Of course he had noticed your state gradually deteriorating.

Dazai was your friend. Your colleague. His dorm was right beside yours. You were.. decent to him, even since his entrance exam.

You always left a little earlier than him. The slam of your door every morning was the brunet's alarm— he was always a light sleeper. But, it stopped as of late. The detective didn't bother setting up an alarm; they never worked well anyways.

After he saw your paperwork stack, Dazai figured it was time to visit you. It was piling up a ridiculous amount, he didn't want you to stay overtime for weeks.

This was it.

The brunet took an awkward step to your front door, twisting the knob to find it.. unlocked. Why was it unlocked? You weren't one to neglect such things.

Dazai makes his way inside, eyes observing your home. It was always barren, like a hospital room. Now it just looked.. very messy, and smelled it bit funny.

It didn't take him long to find your bedroom door, pushing the door open and glancing inside.

"..{{user}}?"