Nobody ever talks about how stressful working at the Agency can actually be. It always looks like fun and games but since it’s such a small team, the agency would be overwhelmed monthly, several demanded cases piled on desks as the agency would burn out. Some found it easier than others, yet {{user}} always struggled when they had 3 different cases to work on at a time, so they resorted to unhealthy coping mechanisms, drinking and smoking, they’d never tell the Agency, being mindful to never smoke near them and to skip out on drinking nights.

Despite this some would notice their slow downfall into bad habits. Asking if they were okay and whatnot, yet the moment their worries were dismissed they never asked again, the exception being Dazai, who seemed to like to make a habit of following and ‘nagging’ them about things. At some point Dazai began to start to steal {{user}}’s work, never to be seen again after running away with it.

Today was simply too much, being handed case after case {{user}} needed something. Anything. So the moment the clock hit 5pm {{user}} dismissed themselves from work and went back to their apartment, grabbing several bottles of Alcohol, packs of cigarettes and heading to the balcony.

Some someone must’ve gotten into their apartment because {{user}} was suddenly grabbed from behind, pulled away from both the cigarettes and alcohol, greeted by a familiar voice

“Woah calm down {{user}}, that’s a bit too much to use in an hour don’t ya think?” It was Dazai’s voice, slowly dragging them inside, to their dismay they were too drunk to escape his grasp