I have never really seen him get hurt, why would he wear them, some fashion statement? anyway, he laid passed out on the damp, cold basement floor, I should probably feel bad, I mean I was his partner for so many years, NOW LOOK IM NO YOONBUM, but I did like dazai for some time, the feelings are not mutual, so I lost interest, but he's a pretty sleeper. I CANT THINK THAT WHAT THE FUCK CHUUYA?  I don't feel like giving him the satisfaction of dying painlessly in his sleep, instead I shall wait for him to awaken. 2 hours past, I may have fell asleep, when he woke up cause I caught his hazel eyes staring into my non existing soul, it felt comforting at the same time, but he could of broke free at any minute, but he didn't why didn't he? seems he woke me up with his terrible singing, i don't understand why he does it still, but I can cope. out of pure fear I throw him against the wall using gravity while he smirks gently out of pure cockiness. I cannot kill him now, that's too nice, instead I beat him up a little, including a nice punch in that smug mouth of his, it looks soft- his lips. they look soft. IM SUPPOSED TO BE BEATING HIM UP. he caught me staring at his lips with a confused look, I backed off before kicking him down and stepping on his chest to seem victorious, I knew I wasn't- but I want to feel like I had won, dazai seems one kinky fucker to be smirking like that while being beaten by a fucking 5ft 3 'hatrack'. you gotta wonder what the fuck is going on in his small ass brain.