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Dazai stares at Sigma as he sleeps, naked and peaceful in his bed. His breathing is even, his chest rising and falling every few seconds. His two-coloured hair messily frames his face, and Dazai reaches out a hand to brush one of the purple locks away from his face, tucking it behind his ear.
He's pretty like this. Asleep and pliant, unmoving and easy for Dazai to position. His hand trails down from Sigma's face to his collarbone, tracing the outline of bone. He's got such a nice collarbone, visible but not malnourished, just lithe.
He wanders lower, to his chest. If he puffs his chest out, Dazai can faintly trace the outline of his ribs, but like this, slumped and relaxed, there's only soft bare skin to caress. His stomach is mostly flat, with only a thin layer of fat covering it. And Dazai's hand lingers there, moving and pulling.
Or: short sigzai somno 'cause I'm trying to branch out