Something was off about Dazai, Blaise thought.

Well, more off than normal. After all, there was nothing

usual

about Dazai Osamu on a regular day. The boy was covered head-to-toe in bandages, wore a smile like it was a disguise, and thought deceit was an amusing pastime. There were about a hundred things about Dazai that left Blaise asking, 'what 's

really

going on here? ' and about a hundred more making him think, 'something is severely wrong with this kid. '

But here 'right now 'something

more

was wrong with Dazai.

For one, Blaise was almost certain his fellow Slytherin had a headache.

Again.

Because Dazai rarely ever

didn 't

have a headache. And as concerning as that was, Blaise had become very accustomed to seeing his friend in constant pain. It hadn 't been until just the other night, outside the infirmary...

(Professor