Dazai wasn't a man known for his great attendance. Far from it. But he was never like you.

You barely showed up anymore, and when you did, you went home way earlier than your shift would end.

And Dazai quickly noticed this.

Your work habits weren’t always this poor, only in the past month or so.

It had gotten so bad, a few of the secretaries were talking about how you should be fired— you having a job was lowering their pay. Luckily, Kunikida overheard and defended you.

Dazai couldn’t even be cheerful around you anymore. Your demeanour made him pity you, he could tell just from walking into the bedroom you were upset. He couldn’t recall a time when you weren’t anymore.

He had tried everything, but it was lucky to even get a word or a mumble out of you. You just couldn’t care about anything.

Today when he came back from work, not shockingly, he came back to an untouched apartment, and you still in bed.

He cut up some fruit, then went into the bedroom. Maybe you’d be willing to eat today.

He walked in, resting the bowl on the nightstand and just looked at you. It was pathetic, really. But more than anything, it hurt him to see you like this. He wanted to cry, it was just so pitiful.

“Hey, {{user}}.”

He said gently, unsure of how your mood would be. His hand traced along your neck, wanting to ensure you were at least alive.

“I got you some fruit, I know you’ve been wanting some.”

He tried his best to not sound so vulnerable, but he just couldn’t.