In the field of dandelions

"Would you like me to rebandage your arm?" Fyodor offers, a touch of kindness to spare in this dark world. Dazai clenches his jaw.

"Do you pity me, Fyodor?" He tilts his head as he stands over the boy. He looks up at Dazai unflinching, despite how hideous he must look.

"I don't."

There is no wind to sing to the silence, nor the rustling of leaves. The silence is deadly, awful and disgusting. Dazai wants to die.

"Then you may." Dazai grants him permission, and watches him unwrap his arm with a delicate nature that he has never experienced.

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Dazai sneaks out of his dorm to meet with the mysterious Russian boy sometimes