It wasn’t often that you drank— and it wasn’t ever an unhealthy amount. Dazai made sure of that.

After all, he was the one who was buying all your drinks, therefore, he know how many you had.

Six drinks.

He thought you could handle it, as you had been taking them well.

Soon enough, you came stumbling to him, confused, and drunk.

“Jesus, I don’t wanna hear a word from you.”

He sighed, stabilizing you.

“Want me to pick you up? Or can you walk to the car? We’re going home.”