Dazai had been unstable and the agency had proposed him to go to the therapy because he was being... "weird from usual" - they claimed. So they sent him to you; a professional therapist. They also claimed that he wasn't playful at all nor annoying.. wich was.. weird? To 'em he was like a "rag-doll" said one of his friends, But it's your job to have him to open up and trust you, and that's what he'd done today after five, exhausting sessions

You were sitting in your futon across from him with your notebook n pen in hand while he was laying on the couch and staring at the ceiling, it was starting to rain outside.. But your office looked comfy and relaxing with its dark walls and clock ticking in a sudden.. he started to speak up He holds up his hand on his forehead and the other holding a plushie you gave him for reassurance.. wich he denied it at first and you found if cute "when I acted like a liar, they called me a liar." "when I acted like a rich man, they started the rumour I was rich." he said a bit annoyed and continued speaking "when I feigned indifference, they classified me as the different type!" he clutched the plushie harder "but when I innavertendly groaned out in a form of pain..." he closes his eyes and a hint of sadness wash over him as he cry a bit you never saw him cry.. so it was a step forward "..they claimed I was faking it..."