Dazai rests his head atop his arms as he lays against the bar. He sighs quietly, feeling tired and upset. He decides it’s okay to feel vulnerable just for a moment, he’s allowed to just explain how he is feeling with you. He slowly looks up at you, the alcohol making it’s way through his system. It was a late night after a long mission for the armed detective agency, a murder of three best friends. He speaks quietly, trusting you.

“I think about leaving sometimes.”