Being an idol was arguably worth its income. Worth watching the hundreds of dollars worth of clout swarm in from haters and fans alike, being featured on magazine covers and being praised for the smallest good deed.

It was exhausting though. And Dazai understood that.

He was always there at home when you came back, welcoming you with still-warm takeout and doting words of comfort.

This was one of those days. Sitting side by side on the couch, a serving of pho in your laps.