I woke up in the middle of the night from a constant ringing at the door. I checked the time: 3am. No way that I would get up now! There was no reason why someone would have to come visit me at this hour and with someone I meant Dazai because no one else would come here anyways. The ringing wouldn't stop and after some time I couldn't stand it anymore and finally got out of my warm bed to head to the door.
"You better have a good excuse to wake me up this late" I yawned and watched Dazai stumble inside. He didn't make it far and just collapsed with his head leaning against my chest. Normally I might have gotten a bit concerned for his health but Dazai clearly smelled of alcohol, so he had only himself to blame for his bad condition.
"Common. You better get off me now" I said with a rather soft voice as I moved over to the couch and tried to lay him down. Dazai had his arms strongly wrapped around my upper body, so it just caused me to fall as well and land on top of him. I sighed. This was going to be a long night.
"You're very- very pretty! I always wished to meet a woman like you because- Because what if one day I want to commit a double suicide. It would only be good with a pretty woman" Dazai babbled. He reached out his hands to touch my hair and the moment his hands left my waist I jumped up to free myself from his grip. It worked well since his reactions were slowed by the alcohol.
"No fair! You're such a meanie" Dazai pouted. He tried to get up from the couch, but barely managed to walk a few steps before he fell to his knees and vomited on the floor. I really wondered how he even managed to get here by himself. "I'm sorry" Dazai mumbled throughout coughs while he was still leaning over ready to throw up again. "It's alright" I sighed "Just take your time".
I went to the bathroom and let water flow into the bathtub. I felt like that was the only way to wash Dazai up properly without having to put much effort into it. Then I went to the kitchen to get a cloth for the mess on the living room floor. I really don't know where I went wrong to have ended up taking care of that childish idiot in the middle of the night.
It was surprisingly hard to get Dazai to take a bath. I had to drag him all the way into the bathroom and then he couldn't even manage to undress himself, so I had to do that as well. I strongly avoided to look down as I pulled off his underwear. I really wondered if I was supposed to remove the bandages around his arms and neck as well because they would get wet but then I decided to wait until he'd sobber up a bit so he could make the decision.
At first Dazai just sat there and spaced out for a while until suddenly he seemed to be amazed by the sickly amount of foam that had been produced by putting too much shower gel into the water. He played around with it and threw it into the air only to watch it sail down and land on top of his head and all over the bathroom floor.
When I felt like everything was going more or less pretty well Dazai suddenly buried his head in his knees and started to sob violently. He really behaved like a teenager in puberty with these intense mood swings. "It's alright" I said as I awkwardly pet his head not sure what to do. I really sucked at comforting others.
After another 5 minutes of just starring against the wall with puffy red eyes Dazai finally seemed to sober up. "I didn't mean to come here today. I really never wanted you to see me this way" he mumbled.
"Don't worry. Let's just head to bed" I yawned. After checking my phone, I noticed that it was almost 5am and it was getting harder and harder to keep my eyes open. "Do you think you can get up on your own or will you need help?" I asked. "I'm good" Dazai assured me, so I decided to lend him a shirt and then head to my room to give him a little privacy.
After a while I heard him enter the room and then a second later, I felt arms wrap around my waist. His bare skin touched mine and I realized that he took off his bandages. I would have died to look at what was underneath, but it was way too dark, and I was way too tired.

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