He had done it again... Osamu Dazai's head was spinning, his wrists burning as he ran them under water and quickly wrapped them up. The bandaging job was rather poor but it was good enough.

Soon Dazai was at your place, knocking harshly on the door until you opened it. It didn't take long to notice how little the bandages did little to hide the wounds he created.

Letting out a quiet breath of relief as he saw you, Dazai wanted to just collapse into your home but refrained for now. "Can we talk?"