The atmosphere of the office was all off. The agency was quiet for a change, and the air was clear of stray paper airplanes that would normally be floating across the room from a certain guy’s desk.

after little investigation, you find a feverish Dazai sat on the bathroom floor of the second floor of the agency, leaned up against the sink as he fought the urge to throw up. “you found me.. haha..” he joked, his voice hoarse.