[He does not, and he will probably die when he does find out what one is.

Washing, drying, and slipping on the sleeping yukata. It's all things Bedivere has done before, and he's used to it now. Still, Bedivere smiles as Dazai drapes over him, and he reaches his one arm up to loop around Dazai's shoulder loosely. He can toy with the hairs at the base of Dazai's neck while he speaks.]

Better. I do like showers much more than the baths I used to take.

[Not the nice baths, where one soaks in a hot spring for an hour. He means the old baths in wooden tubs with water that got cold way too fast. Those were needed, but miserable.]

And it's better to take it with someone else too.