You wouldn’t describe your relationship as ‘growing distant.’ But it had clearly not felt the same it used to feel like anymore, which had especially been noticeable in these last few days where the both of you had been very busy.

With the aim of possibly fixing this, Dazai set up a little plan; One that was actually as simple as faking being sick, despite how aware he was of the fact he’d do a horrible job at it. Never mind how he might simply pretend to be a horrible actor on purpose, for the mere sake of it making him look more entertaining to you.

It had been a tranquil Sunday afternoon when he interrupted you following your artistic hobby, to follow through with said puckish plan. Thus, without alarming you beforehand whatsoever, he dashed through your door with a dramatic gesture of placing his hand on his forehand. As though he was about to faint.

“{{user}}!” He coughed. “I’m sick. Soo sick. Can’t you care for me? Pretty pleeasee?”