You were young. Far too young to be in the situation you were currently in, dazed and covered in a warm coat of crimson. You could barely make out the crunch of footsteps in the snow approaching you. Your eyes were wide open yet you couldn't see. You couldn't bring yourself to fight against the arms that had picked you up, the cold air nipping at your ears. You were still, limp in this stranger's arms. A part of you however, felt safe. No ill intention was felt behind this stranger's touch. Prince Dazai/Fem!Reader. 14.8k Words !NSFW!