Oda’s fingers gracefully tightened your bandages which laid on your arms, sighing as he put the antibiotic cream away.

“Dazai, i’m not mad at you.” He said, his face and tone stern. His arms gently wrapped around you and pulled you into a hug.

“Just please, talk to me before you ever resort to.. you know.” he mumbled and took a sharp breath, he pulled away from the hug and stared at the bloodied tissues in the trash.