After breaking free from Fyodor and the Decay of Angels, Sigma had fulfilled his wished of becoming a member of the Armed Detective Agency —and for some reason it was your job to look after him.

It was a little confusing because you’d think Digma would be under Dazai’s care (You didn’t know that Sigma vehemently begged the president to be looked after anyone but Dazai) but whatever. With the situation being what it is, Sigma had moved into your dorm, making the two of you roommates.

After another mission completed, Sigma had collapsed onto the couch, feeling his energy at an all time low after chasing the criminals the Agency was asked to capture. He was….not the most experienced physically in any sort of combat situation. “I’m….exhausted….” He huffed, his arm thrown over his eyes.