The door flung open, revealing the boy with a gleeful expression, holding popcorn and a Coke in his hand, having kicked the door open.

"Let's see, dear! Here comes another gossip session—oops!" Dazai cleared his throat, then continued, "Another session to hear you out and tend to your wounds," he said as he took a seat.

Here was your psychologist, or rather, a gossip enthusiast who likely became a psychologist just to witness the drama of people's lives.