WARNING WARNING WARNING. TRIGGER WARNINGS: SELF-HARM, SCARS, TOOLS TO SELF-HARM, DAZAI HIDES HIS SELF-HARM UNDER BANDAGES. Take care of yourself. This is hurt/comfort, but first we must hurt!

Kunikida tried to figure out where it all went sideways for him and Dazai. Their partnership hadn't been great, but it had worked. He could have done without Dazai's ridiculous names for their moves, Leaping Frogbait being one of them. The frog was obviously the enemy (of course, it was soooo obvious), but also it referenced how Kunikida would duck down in front of Dazai and allow the man access to nullify a long-range ability such as Akutagawa's that had previously been aimed at Kunikida's torso, face, and other very important bits he was pretty fond of not losing. While Kunikida was ducked, he would use his ability and pull a gun, or a grenade, or anything he saw fit, and jump back the same instant Dazai jumped over him and forward to take the hit.

And as ridiculous and stupid as it was...it worked. It had a 90% success rate, which with Dazai was basically an A+, especially when both men got to live to fight another day to use Leaping Frogbait and argue over the name.

Except, when facing off with an ability user with a long-range attack aimed towards Kunikida's chest and when the blond had shouted out Leaping Frogbait, ducked down and started to throw himself backwards the same instant Dazai was supposed to jump over him...he ended up crashing right into Dazai and they both fell to the ground in a heap. The enemy, fortunately, had been too busy laughing his ass off and so by the time Kunikida had gotten to his feet and chucked a flashbang at him, he was caught in a world of pain and blinding light.

Dazai had somehow thought Leaping Frogbait was Crouching Armadillo, which was a separate move involving Dazai having to dive between Kunikida's legs to protect his lower regions and legs. Why Dazai thought any of these names made perfect sense on the battlefield was beyond Kunikida.

But he also knew that his partner was slipping, and if they didn't get themselves back into shape, they'd have more and more catastrophic losses...and not just their dignities!

Even now, while Kunikida was typing away on his report, Dazai was leaned back in his chair so far Kunikida wasn't sure he was even sitting on it anymore. His arms were limp over the armrests, and he stared dumbly (as he did most days) at his laptop while it dinged and chimed to let him know the incoming emails were, in fact, coming into his inbox.

When Kunikida stood for a well-deserved lunch, Dazai blinked up at him, then at the clock, then at his phone like he hadn't been sat there for almost five hours like some kind of idiot. "Lunch," he said, frowning down at him.

"Oh. Yeah. Right."

But Dazai didn't look alright. He was staring at the clock before rubbing his face and putting his head onto his desk. He shoved the laptop away and onto Kunikida's desk instead to apparently continue to slack off and sleep. He didn't even start torturing Atsushi with variously themed questions. He just blinked sadly at him before closing his eyes.

Atsushi glanced between them before standing slightly and touching Dazai's arm. "Would you like to join me for lunch?"

Dazai kept his eyes closed, sighing softly. "Not...really. I'm not even that hungry."

Kunikida's frown deepened and he shook his head as he walked out the door. No way Dazai wasn't hungry. He had been on a binge in the breakroom not a week earlier, snapping up all of Ranpo's snacks like he would spontaneously combust if he didn't inhale everything in sight. He still hadn't bought replacements, which meant that Kunikida was going to have to buy replacements...

He could feel his patience for the laziest man on planet Earth drying up by the second. It didn't help that when Kunikida came back to continue working, Dazai was apparently asleep. He at least had the decency to jolt upright and look at the clock when Kunikida sat down with a loud clearing of his throat. He stared at it dumbly again, rubbing his face and setting his elbows on the desk as he stared down at it, sliding his hands up into his hair and tugging lightly.

"Lunch is over." Kunikida stated the fact as simply as he could, dumping Dazai's laptop in front of him. "And you still have reports to fill out from our last failed mission, because apparently your stupid code-names for our 'special secret moves' mean shit to you."

Dazai didn't look at the laptop. He didn't even touch it. Kunikida prickled with annoyance when he just closed his eyes again.

Kunikida knocked on his desk with his knuckles, glaring at the brunette. "Earth to Dazai."

Dazai lifted his head slowly, whining softly and closing his laptop. "I don't feel well, Kunikida. Please just leave me alone." He tried to lay his head back down, but Kunikida stood quickly. Dazai blinked up at him with a dazed expression on his face like he didn't predict Kunikida's anger at all.

"Leave you alone?! After you put both of us in danger by being an idiot?!"

The typical office noise stopped almost immediately, and Kunikida could see Kenji and Atsushi turn to see the fight play out. He didn't care. Let this be the office drama of the day, the week, the whole fucking year if it had to be. He was putting an end to this immediately. Of all of Dazai's fuckery and bullshit, his careless disregard for his own safety was what really dwindled Kunikida's patience to nothing.

Dazai sat up a little, opening his mouth to...what? Apologize? It's a bit too late for that!

"Shut your mouth and listen to me. I have been more than patient with you, ever since you blew in through those doors and expected a job. I trained you. I tried to be nice to you. And for the past week, it's like you've completely shut down, completely disregarded me as a partner, my safety, my ideals...and more than you usually do! This is ridiculous! Why do I have you, a shitty excuse for a human being, as a partner!? You could have gotten us both killed! And for what? Why? Because you didn't feel good? Because you'd rather be left alone? Or maybe because you ate some weird mushroom again? Maybe-"

Dazai's eyes flitted back and forth between Kunikida's, emotion finally flooding them. He snapped his mouth shut and rubbed his arms as though he were cold. No. Not as though he were cold. As if he were soothing something. His fingers kept caressing and pressing down between his elbow and halfway down his arm.

Kunikida snatched up his arm, snorting loudly. "Oh! So the bandages do something now? When did this happen? After you tried to kill us both by completely forgetting the moves you invented?" He studied the blood staining the white bandages red, shaking his head and dropping his arm with as much disgust as he would have if it was a leaky trashbag.

Dazai turned his head away, closing his eyes as he pulled his arm back towards himself and hid it under the desk. "Kunikida, I-"

"Shut up. Just shut up and work. I'll even help you." He opened the laptop again, shoving it towards Dazai and making him quickly put his arms out to catch it before it went into his lap or, worse, on the floor. Kunikida heard some part of Dazai strike the wooden desk and the pain he saw on Dazai's face suddenly made it all worth it.

He sat down in his chair. "If you know what's good for you, you'll make that report and do some actual work today." He opened the next email that needed his attention, willing his breath to slow.

He could feel everyone's eyes on him and when he looked up to see what Dazai was doing, since he certainly wasn't hearing typing, he froze mid-sentence in surprise.

Dazai was...crying. His eyes moved from coworker to coworker as his face crumbled. His lower lip was jutting out as tears ran down his cheeks. Kenji was getting up slowly like Dazai was a wounded animal needing tending to, one that was likely to bolt if startled. Atsushi had both hands over his mouth, too stunned to speak. Yosano was gone, probably trying to track down Fukuzawa to handle the disagreement. Ranpo was eating snacks like this was the most entertaining show in the world.

"Dazai..." Kunikida started to talk but didn't know how to finish. He couldn't voice the guilt, and he certainly didn't know how to apologize to a crying Dazai. He had never seen him cry before. What the hell was he supposed to do?

Dazai made a noise, something that might have been an excuse or an apology, as he stood. He made for the front door, holding himself tightly as if he'd fall apart to pieces on the way. He shut the door quietly behind him, but his cries echoed up the stairs.

"Way to go, Kunikida." Ranpo folded his bag of chips carefully. "Turned one mess into a bigger mess. How do you feel? Do you feel better now?"

Atsushi set his elbows on the desk, still holding his mouth. "I think...I think I should see if Dazai's okay..." He started to get up, but Kunikida was faster.

He held a hand up to Atsushi, sighing softly. "No...this is my mess to clean up." Plus he had to get out of the office before Fukuzawa cornered him and made him feel worse. The eyes on his back were hard enough to feel like knives stabbing through him as he walked down the stairs to the ground floor.

He didn't know exactly where Dazai would have skittered off to, but he could think of a few different places. Plus, it wasn't like he could hide from Kunikida forever.

He checked Dazai's apartment first, though it was locked. It didn't matter to him any, especially since he could manufactor a lock pick from his notebook.

Inside, it was exactly what Kunikida...hadn't expected. It was clean and organized for sure...but the lack of any real personal objects helped. The living room only had a tiny table for Dazai's unplugged TV, a couch, a rug, and a lamp. The kitchen was empty, food be damned apparently. The fridge only had a container of spoiled milk, a single yogurt cup that was probably just as edible as the milk, and the freezer was just as sad. A single ice pack was propped up in the door.

Kunikida closed the freezer, frowning as he left. "Dazai?" He nudged the bedroom door open, expecting to see his partner collapsed Disney-princess-style on his bed, sobbing hysterically into the sheets.

Instead, he found Dazai's closet stocked full of his favorite clothes, a spare blanket folded on the floor, and a box hidden on the top shelf. Kunikida at first tried to pretend he hadn't seen the obviously secret box, but a glance around the room told him nothing.

Inside the box, Kunikida found four photos of people he didn't immediately recognize in a bar, a cat prominently in three of them. He set them aside, hesitantly kneeling to go through the rest of the objects.

A razor blade. A roll of bandages. A lighter. And an old black flip phone. Kunikida checked the phone, though the battery was dead. He set the objects back down carefully in the exact way he had found them. He turned his attention back to the photos, sighing as he flipped through them.

He almost jumped out of his skin when he recognized Dazai, but much younger and much more bandaged. His gaze switched to the next man and he could hear blood roaring in his ears as he realized it was Ango next to him, scowling into the camera in the group photo and again in his solo photo. The other man...was a mystery to him, though. He seemed caught off-guard for his own photo, but relatively relaxed in the group shot of them all. Dazai's solo photo was a pretty nice photo, displaying plainly for anyone to see how much of an asshole the man was. The cat behind him though...seemed to be smiling up at him.

He set the photos back and replaced the box. He closed the door behind him, staring at Dazai's open bathroom door.

Great. While he had been digging through Dazai's secrets, he was probably already dead in his tub.

Again, no Dazai, but there was blood in his sink. He frowned down at the stains and opened the medicine cabinet. He wished he hadn't.

A dozen rolls of bandages, a box of razor blades, and one expired bottle of antidepressants sat behind the mirror, betraying exactly the kind of person Dazai was...and the side Kunikida fought hard not to acknowledge.

He had wondered for a while if Dazai's bandages were hiding something darker...and now he knew for a fact that it wasn't unmarred skin Dazai was hiding.

Now he just had to figure out where his partner hid himself.

He tried the cafe below the Agency, but they hadn't seen him all week, which he marked as important and even more confusing in the back of his brain. No food in his kitchen, but he wasn't eating at his favorite cafe? For a week?

"If you see him, can you tell him I'm looking for him?"

The waitress who tended to complain about him the most smiled and nodded. "Of course! And you can tell him that his tab is well overdue to be paid."

Kunikida hesitated, frowning a little. "Right...I'll-" He sighed softly, rubbing his face and shaking his head. "Actually...how much does he owe?"

After settling Dazai's debt, he walked out of the cafe. Where could he even be? It'd take all day just to search the rivers for his dead body. It'd take even longer to search larger bodies of water. He tried searching his brain for any mention of Dazai's favorite places, any conversation where Dazai had made any interest in spending time or going. He couldn't come up with anything.

He sighed softly, about to walk back up the stairs to the Agency to ask for help, but he stopped on the first step. Why would any of them help him after he had shouted at his partner, made him cry, and drove him out of the Agency in hysterics? Ultra-Deduction would be of great help to him right now, but he knew he wouldn't be able to benefit from it, not after today. Probably not until he got this Dazai situation sorted.

He instead tried calling around to known places Dazai had previously tried killing himself, only to find that Dazai not only didn't try the same method twice (ones especially painful were avoided all together), but he also didn't return to his previous attempts' locations to die.

He was walking by a cemetery, searching for any post on social media that related to Dazai. Mostly he just found old posts about him fucking around and making a nuisance of himself. He stopped at the entrance of the cemetery, glancing in and stopping when he noticed a stray scrap of...something...caught in a bush. He plucked it off the branch, tilting his head slowly as he studied it.

He had definitely seen this and a lot more covering his partner. He shoved his phone into his pocket, walking into the cemetery. He resisted the urge to call out for Dazai, since the brunette might just think Kunikida was ready for Round 2 and he'd scamper off like a scared deer, making it even harder for the blond to find him before dark.

He walked every path, glanced at every headstone...and then he saw it.

A large tree was leaning over on top of its perch on a hill. A few miscellaneous headstones were scattered around it, but there was a single headstone...and a single man...right at its base. He knew right away it was Dazai, sat up against the stone with his face in his hands. As he drew closer, he could see the man's shoulders shaking, but no sound came from his throat.

"Dazai," Kunikida whispered, trying to be as gentle as possible. "Hey...I finally found you." He squatted in front of him, putting his hands out in case the man tried to run. He shifted away from Kunikida instead, lowering his hands and hugging himself again. He bit his lip hard, What's wrong? already on his tongue. Of course he knew what was wrong...

"Go away."

"Dazai-"

"Just leave me alone." Dazai stood, though his legs wobbled as he tried to keep his balance. "You've done enough, Kunikida. I'm sorry for everything, but I don't want to see you right now."

Kunikida stood with him, holding his hands out. "I know. I'm sorry too. Did you take anything?" If Dazai needed medical attention, he needed to know before the man passed out and choked on his vomit or something.

"No." Dazai sniffed, wiping his hands under his eyes to chase the tears away. "Not that you'd care anyway."

"I would care." Kunikida bit his lip harder, tasting blood. "I just don't show it as often as I should. Let's get you-"

"I'm not going anywhere with you. I'm staying right here." He moved around to the other side of the headstone, glaring at Kunikida as defiantly as he could with tears in his eyes, his hands shaking, his bandages reddening. "Now go. I'm busy."

"Busy with what?" Kunikida tried to join him, but Dazai stepped away again. He stepped back, keeping his eyes on Dazai. If he tried to run, he knew he could catch him. He knew for a fact he could.

Dazai hesitated, dropping down to his knees and brushing leaves that had fallen during their standoff off of the stone. He traced the name slowly, digging out the green growth that had gathered there. "Visiting a friend. He didn't know you, so you're not welcome to stand over him." He glared up at Kunikida.

"I'd...like to know him." Kunikida tilted his head slowly. "He seems to be important to you. What was his name?"

Dazai ignored him completely, caught up in his task of cleaning the stone. His hands were shaking, though, and Kunikida could see more tears coming fast to replace the ones that had been caught in his eyes for so long. Kunikida finally was allowed to join him, helping him clean the stone and clear away the rocks and leaves that apparently displeased Dazai. He looked down at the two flower bouquets on top of the grave, glancing at Dazai before finally reading the name.

S. ODA

Kunikida didn't recognize the name, but Dazai was cleaning the engraving so lovingly and lightly...tracing each curve of the name, each line...

Kunikida placed his hand on Dazai's, trying not to see how the man's face hardened. He kept his grip on Dazai's hand, even though the man was actively trying to pull away. "Are you finished?"

"Why do you care?"

"You need to be cleaned up."

Dazai's bandages were bloodier than ever, and he had usually kept them so clean and neat. Dazai turned his head away from him quickly, refusing to answer like a stubborn child, but Kunikida shook that comparison out of his head as quickly as it came to him. He turned away from him like a hurt man. That's what Dazai was.

Hurting.

Kunikida collected his partner in his arms, holding him to his side as he looked at the grave one more time before leading Dazai out of the cemetery. He didn't care he was half-carrying, half-dragging him away. He didn't mind what it looked like to passing people who seemed to gawk and stare at them.

He needed to get Dazai back.

He kept his patience, watching Dazai carefully climb the stairs to the apartments. He didn't know where to take Dazai...lead him to his own apartment to care for him? Follow him into Dazai's?

Dazai glared at him, but at least he stopped crying. His eyes were red and puffy, though, and he was trembling all over. "Now what?"

Kunikida blinked and sighed softly, taking Dazai's wrist and pulling him gently into Dazai's apartment. He had to clean up in there anyway.

Dazai twisted out of his grip and was about to storm into his bedroom, no doubt to lock Kunikida out, but the blond swung an arm out and stopped him just in time. He escorted him to the bathroom, keeping him pinned inside.

"Why are you doing this?" Dazai sat on the edge of the tub, digging his fingernails into his palms as he stared up at Kunikida. "Why can't you just leave me alone? You've said everything you needed to today."

"Not...everything." Kunikida shut the door behind him with his foot. He went to grab Dazai's wrist, to help change his bandages. Dazai pulled it out of reach, his eyes staring deep into Kunikida's. He resumed his glare at him, which Kunikida deserved. Definitely deserved. He deserved worse, actually.

"Don't touch me."

"I'm just going to help." Kunikida squatted again, ready for this to take all night. "We can go as slow as you like."

"Kinky. Pass." Dazai tried to stand and wiggle away again, but Kunikida pushed him gently back down. "You're starting to piss me off now."

"And that's fair." Kunikida took Dazai's wrist, finding the edge of the bandage and teasing it loose. This wasn't the worst arm, but Kunikida was pretty sure he didn't want to see what he knew he was going to see, and so he might as well start slow and work his way up.

Dazai turned his head away, his shaking increasing. He squeezed his eyes shut when Kunikida reached the half-way point, already exposing hundreds of scars to the bright bathroom lights.

Kunikida tried to ready himself, but there was no point. Dazai's arm underneath the bandages was a massacre of cut and bloody flesh. He didn't see a single spot of clear skin on the underside of his arm, the cream-colored flesh puffy and red and angry just like Dazai's eyes. He dropped the bandage into the trash, sighing softly and holding his hand out for the worse arm.

Dazai ignored him at first, another tear running down his cheek, and then he put it in Kunikida's waiting hand. Progress.

Kunikida unwrapped that arm the same way, already knowing he wasn't going to like what he saw. He saw it anyway, and threw the bandage away just the same as every harsh word he had told Dazai, every single one that the man had seemed to just brush off and ignore in the past rang out through his head like sirens and clanging bells. He shut his eyes for a moment before opening them again and looking up at Dazai. "I can't...even begin to apologize."

Dazai didn't answer him. He was staring off into space, his arms in his lap. He didn't say a word as Kunikida left the room to collect paper towels to wash him up.

Kunikida cleaned him up as carefully as possible, stopping at every hiss from Dazai and delicately patting the irritated skin. He pitched those next, then turned to get a new roll out. He applied it carefully, as neatly as Dazai had, covering his skin from elbow to wrist.

Dazai came back to life with every inch that Kunikida covered up and he finally turned his head to stare down at the blond. He had tried making a joke about how he rather enjoyed Kunikida's head between his knees, but it fell flat and Kunikida didn't even blush. He was busy folding the ends under the layers of white, tucking them away for Dazai.

Dazai hugged himself, not as tightly as before at least, his eyes dropping to the floor. "Can you go now?"

"No." Kunikida stood, turning to the open medicine cabinet. He took the razor blades, pocketing them. Dazai's hardened eyes followed him to the door.

"Give them back."

"No. How about we go to dinner instead?"

"No."

"Then I'll order delivery."

"Pass."

"My treat."

"I said pass."

Kunikida shrugged, walking into Dazai's bedroom and reaching for the box. There was another blade in there, waiting.

Dazai was in the doorway, quick as lightning. He shouted at Kunikida to stop, but he was ignored, Kunikida pocketing the blade with the others.

"Now." Kunikida sat Dazai on his bed, sighing softly. "I'm ordering delivery for us both."

Dazai stared at him, his mouth in a thin line as he scowled. He had his arms folded over his chest.

"We can watch a movie together. I-"

"TV's broken," Dazai said plainly. He smirked a little at Kunikida, as if that ruined the blond's whole plan.

"I have a TV." Kunikida tilted his head slowly. "Let's go to my place then."

Dazai didn't follow Kunikida willingly, but he let the blond lead the way. He had a sour look on his face, but he didn't fight him or try yanking his hand back at least. It just didn't mean he was happy being led into the blond's apartment.

Kunikida guided him towards the couch, offering him a seat, and then offering him a blanket. Dazai refused to answer, so Kunikida laid one on his lap and another over his shoulders to keep him warm. He carefully brushed his hair out of his eyes, frowning when Dazai jerked his head back and shook it hard to make the hair lie wherever it wanted.

"Okay," he sighed. "What are you hungry for?" He started listing food and restaurants, waiting for the man to give any indication what he wanted.

Dazai's mouth didn't offer any clues, but when he brought up sushi, his stomach growled loudly. Dazai turned his head away, color filling his cheeks.

"Sushi. Sounds delicious." Kunikida sat next to him, sighing as he lifted the remote and turned the TV on. He handed it to Dazai, who took it slowly. "Whatever you want."

Dazai flipped through the channels, settling on some show he was apparently invested in. His eyes never left the screen while Kunikida ordered food. He got sucked in with Dazai when he finally looked up after placing and paying for the order. He and Dazai gasped at the same time when the plot twist happened. The credits rolled and both men sank back into the couch in unison. Dazai glanced at him before starting to twitch nervously and rub his arm.

"I can pay you back..."

"Nope." Kunikida checked his phone again, sighing. "I need to do this."

"I'm s-"

Kunikida looked at him. "Sorry for what? Why are you sorry?"

Dazai flinched at the question and looked down, Kunikida immediately feeling guilty all over again.

"Dazai..." Kunikida sighed softly and he turned in the couch to look at him. He took his glasses off, rubbing his face and eyes as he thought of a way to continue this apology. "I'm so sorry. I don't...I don't know what came over me, and that's a poor excuse, I know. I didn't realize you were hurting so much, and then I was just lashing out at you, ignoring your obvious pain, and I couldn't stop. And before I could apologize, you were gone and I missed that chance. I looked for you...all over. I searched your apartment, I searched the cafe, hell, I called that farmer whose land you tried to bury yourself on. I looked everywhere for you...and I would have kept looking."

Dazai kept his eyes on his lap, flexing his hands slowly and sighing. "Today is...hard for me. Of all of them, today sucks the most...today I lost my best friend. He died in my arms...if I had been a bit faster, maybe I could have helped him, but I was too slow..."

Kunikida closed his eyes as he replaced his glasses, sighing softly. "Shit...Dazai, listen..."

"There was nothing I could do to save him, Kunikida, but I feel...guilty. All the time."

"Dazai...I didn't know." Kunikida slowly reached out, touching his arm. "I'm so sorry that happened to you. I...I don't think I would have been able to handle that."

Dazai looked at him, smiling at him dryly. "You think I'm handling it?"

"You're still alive...that's something." He smiled back, genuinely. "And you know what? You're not that bad of a partner...but we seriously have to work on your secret moves some more..."

"I'm s-"

"No need to apologize." Kunikida turned back to the TV. "Again...I haven't nearly apologized enough to you today. For everything. But today is a good day to start."

When the food arrived, Kunikida handed Dazai a plate after opening each container. He didn't mind that Dazai ate most of what he bought so long as it filled his belly. He had more food in the house if he ever got hungry later tonight. Dazai had a single expired yogurt in his fridge to look forward to.

He was quickly caught up in the show again, turning to Dazai at another twist in the plot before blinking at his partner, sitting up.

Dazai was asleep. When had that happened? He switched the TV off, standing slowly and staring down at the man. He was snoring ever so lightly, his head tilted back and his arms tucked under the blankets.

Kunikida quietly boxed up the rest of the sushi, taking the plate off the man's lap and setting it in his sink. He stared at Dazai, trying to work out what to do next...

He carefully lifted the blanket off his lap, shifting the other off his shoulders. He slid an arm behind him and another under his legs and lifted him carefully.

He transferred him from couch to Kunikida's own bed. He laid the two blankets over him again, unable to hold Dazai up and untuck the blanket at the same time. He watched him sleep for a minute before sighing and walking out to the living room to prep the couch for his own sleep. He had taken one of the pillows off his bed to use tonight, as well as a spare blanket from the closet to cover himself. He was pulling off his shirt when he heard the floor squeak behind him. He turned, blinking when he saw Dazai standing in the hall. "Sneaking out?"

Dazai fiddled with the blanket around his shoulders, tugging absently at the fabric and shaking his head. "Can you come back?"

Kunikida frowned at him. "Why?"

He looked up sheepishly, shrugging slightly before opening his mouth. "Just for a minute. I can't sleep."

Kunikida walked Dazai back to bed, helping him under the blankets again, this time able to untuck them as well. He sat on the bed next to him, waiting for Dazai to start talking.

"Chuuya used to hold me."

"I'm not Chuuya."

"I know."

"So I'm not going to cuddle you to sleep."

"It'd be nice. You might even enjoy it."

"Do you do this to all your partners?"

"Only the ones who make me cry."

Kunikida stared up at the ceiling, under the blankets. With Dazai. Dazai's head on his chest. Dazai's arms around his arm. Dazai's legs wrapped around his legs.

"This is a good apology," Dazai whispered, snuggling closer and sighing.

"I'll never hurt you again," Kunikida promised. "I like sleeping alone." He looked at his partner, his eyes closed and finally...his smile coming back.

"You're a good cuddler, Kunikida." He pulled him closer, sighing into his skin. "Thank you for everything."