“{{user}}? Ah, {{user}}, there you are, I was wondering why you wouldn’t pick up your— phone…”

Dazai’s eyes widened, trying to process the situation; for a split second you could see the anger in his eyes as he snatched the knife you held, taking your right arm in his hand, blood dripping quietly.

“What the hell?! This whole time, you told me that you’re fine.. and you’ve just been here this whole time, making yourself bleed?!”

He stared at you, frustration and anguish seeping through.