dazai osamu

the coziness of the apartment you shared with your boyfriend dazai graced you as you entered through the door after a long day of work. bending down, you took your shoes off before replacing them with slippers. straightening yourself afterwards, you went to the slightly ajar door that led to your shared room. placing your hand on the knob, you slowly pushed it open. your eyes landed on him, sitting on the edge of the bed with a fresh roll of bandages beside him. he seemed to be taking his current ones off to replace them with new ones. even as he looked up at you and smiled, your gaze was directed towards the scars across his wrists. some of them looked recent — it made your heart ache.

"what's wrong?"

his voice suddenly broke your thoughts, looking to smile back at him ever so lovingly.

"come here,"

he gestured you with his other hand, asking you to sit next to him. of course, you complied, setting your bag down before sitting with him. he wrapped his arm around you for a hug, pressing his lips against yours in a soft kiss that left you seeking for more. pulling away, he tilted his head before resuming his actions.

"how was work?"

his words were cut off by you holding both his hands, lifting them up to your face as you closed his eyes and kissed him — his scars that didn't make him feel whole. you felt his pulse quickening at your affection, his ears flushing red as tears rolled down his cheeks. he rushed to clear his throat and gulp.

"..well that's not fair."

he chuckled softly as he looked down at you and your ministrations, his breath hitching at the feeling, the sensation you offered him.