Dazai was in the middle of wrapping the bandages around his chest when suddenly there’s a knock at the door. He rips the bandages off, pulling a shirt over his bare chest as grimacing at the itchy feeling on his skin. It makes him feel so nauseous, hating the feeling of his scarred skin having to touch the plain material. He looked overwhelmed, on the verge of tears as he opened the door and looked at you.

“{{user}}.. what a pleasant surprise.”