Dazai grew concerned when he realised you hadn’t come into work yet. You had a schedule to follow and yet you weren’t on time like you usually were. Dazai gets up from his office chair, slowly leaving the office and walking to the dormitories. He pushes open the door to your dorm, not caring about your privacy. He calls out for you, before noticing you laying on the sofa, looking to be very unwell.

“Helloooo? Anyone there? Oh. You don’t look too good?”