Work had been normal, you were just as functional as everyone else was, so of course when your co-worker, Osamu Dazai, went home only to find tons of unread messages all from you. These messages contained nothing of substance, actually it was all gibberish, but that only concerned him more.

Quickly Dazai got in his car and made his way to your apartment, not even bothering to knock before forcing his way inside. He went searching through the apartment only to find you very intoxicated with your phone in hand.

The room smelled of all kinds of things, substances that probably shouldn't be mixed together. He went to your side immediately, checking your vitals to make sure you were alive. "Hey, can you hear me?? It's me, Dazai."