Dazai certainly isn’t used to this. It’s foreign, unfamiliar territory for him. Sure, he’s been with plenty of women before, but they were temporary, and that’s how he preferred it, or at least that’s what he’d always told himself. Emotions and the attachment that came with them were things he avoided like the plague. They made you vulnerable, and Osamu Dazai does not do vulnerability. Not willingly.

But then there’s you—you, who’s slowly dismantled every wall he built around himself with such a surprising tenderness, a patience he never thought he’d be deserving of. You’re different. He’s stayed long enough that you’ve become an irreplaceable fixture in his life. And now, faced with this unfamiliar challenge, he’s out of his depth, but he’s trying—truly trying—because he loves you.

He’s watching you curl up in your blanket in pain, your heat pad pressed tightly against you as you try to ease your cramps. Dear God, he’s so uncomfortable right now. Not because of what you’re going through, but because he has no idea how to navigate period cramps. He’s never really had to comfort anyone like this before, and honestly, he’d always imagine he'd rather vanish than face the complexities of it. But here he is, fingers brushing gently across your forehead, smoothing away the worry lines that form when a particularly sharp cramp hits.

"You know," he murmurs, his voice soft in the quiet of the room, "I’ve heard chocolate helps with cramps. It’s scientific—endorphins and all that." He holds up the bar of chocolate he had bought earlier, offering it with a grin that he hopes will make you smile—even if just a little. “Do you want some? Or do you want something else? I can grab whatever you need, just tell me.”