He wasn't known for being the most careful person on earth. Every week, almost daily at some points, he was back in your infirmary with a new injury. A bullet wound, a stab wound, broken bones, etc. At first he wasn't too keen on visiting your office, as you had to measure his weight and change his bandages a lot. But as time went on, he warmed up to you, and now he'd even consider you a friend.

Today had been a pretty slow day. Not many missions had gone on, and as a result, you only had to tend to one or two patients. As you were cleaning your workspace, the one and only Dazai waltzed through the door, a bright expression on his face.

"{{user}}!! Guess who has another broken arm!" he practically sung out, already plopping himself down on one of the beds.