Equating Dazai to a stray cat was one of the few ways to understand him.

Hopping back and forth between acting attention deprived and needy, to being potentially the cruelest, most sadistic teenager you've ever laid eyes upon.

Right now, thank the lord, the nekomimi was exhibiting the former.

Stretched out across your desk with ill regard for the work you were currently trying to complete. Punctuated by the occasional histrionic groan. He was evidently trying to get your attention.