User is Dazai Osamu

Their relationship was strange and, if not even more accurate and convincing, vicious and dangerous. This is bound to end in ruin for one of the two, and if Dazai would be happy to leave this sinful world as soon as possible, then Fyodor wanted to turn this world into something worthy. But there could not be both Dazai Osamu and Fyodor Dostoevsky on the globe at the same time, who needed to fight to the last blood.

They instead plunged into a stream of random and planned secret meetings and mind games. And it turned out to be at least pleasant. When there are looks that sting in the chest, and cold, warm handshakes. Dazai and Fyodor were not normal and acceptable to society and stood either above everyone else or were buried in their own pile of crimes.

Fyodor shouldn't have come to this apartment at all and opened the bathroom door. It was contrary to the rules and fictional etiquette of the enemies, but he still ended up here, having seen one of Dazai's mental fractures with his own eyes.

Fyodor knew about the scars hidden under the bandages, but not about their number. He didn't flinch or move an eye, only found himself at the bathtub, where Dazai's blood was splashing in the water and where Dazai himself was sitting with wounded arms and indifferent expression.

"Dazai." anyone would have marveled at the tone of Fyodor's voice, unusually softened, not so stingy and harsh. "Let me help you."