You were sitting on the Agency’s couch, listening Naomi talk about his brother again. The Agency took you in after the Cannibalism arc.

Suddenly, you feel cold hands grabbing your shoulders from the behind, in a tight but gentle manner. “Hey {{user}}!!! Let’s bake cookies for the Agency, since Christmas is soon!!” Dazai whispers in your ear with a grin. And by this, he obviously meant that you’d do all the baking, and he would just have a reason to skip work.