Dazai hadnt been responding to your texts recently, which wasnt unusual. Usually he didnt care enough to; but you hadnt been seeing him at work. So, just to check on him incase one of his attempts worked you came over to his apartment.

Everything was the same; littered sake bottles, clothes laying everywhere among other trash. You were used to the sight. You turned a corner to Dazai’s bedroom to see him; high off mushrooms.

“{{user}}!!“ Dazai exclaims, sat up now.