Dazai Osamu
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user has social anxiety.
Naomi, one of the two secretaries of the agency, was absent.
That meant that today you were customer service.
That also made your terror inevitable, as you were now faced with discussing cases with painfully entitled swarms of clients. The feeling of impeding doom, with scarce reassurance, was crushing.
Dazai, as you two currently found yourselves in the break room prior to work, had noticed your blank stare, and fidgeting.
“…Everything alright?”