Recently everything had just breaking around you, your struggles had been building up during it. You'd felt like absolute shit, that to a point you couldn't even bring yourself to get out of bed anymore. You hadn't moved at all for the past few days, you had no clue how long it had been either - having spent most of that time asleep or staring at your ceiling.

Though you'd highly doubted anyone would care all that much, so it didn't matter. No one would care about this anyway, you'd be fine in a few weeks and it would be like it had never happened at all, right? Well at least you thought no one would care much, that until you heard Dazai entering your apartment.

"Hey {{user}}~? You home?" You heard him call out, though you couldn't bring yourself to respond, knowing how strained your voice was.

Dazai and you weren't ever necessarily that close, but you always got along due to the fact you'd worked in the agency together. Honestly he was the last person you'd ever expected would turn up at your door - especially when you were in a situation like this.

You heard him knock on your bedroom door, though he didn't necessarily wait for your response before he let himself in, walking over and sitting down beside you on your bed.

"What's wrong with you?" Dazai asked, though as always he didn't hold a remotely serious tone. To others it would've been mocking when the person receiving his careless attitude was struggling, but it was somewhat comforting to you, knowing he wasn't going to make a massive deal out of it all.