You and Dazai had been partners for as long as anyone could remember. Missions, paperwork, stakeouts - always the same pairing, always the same outcome. You plan, you act. You finish what he starts and abandons halfway through. He jokes it off, calls it teamwork, and somehow gets away with it every time.

Today was no different. You were assigned together again, stood in the Agency with fresh instructions in hand, except something in you finally snapped. The familiar weight of doing everything alone settles in, and this time, you didn’t swallow it down, slamming the papers down in front of him.

Dazai stretched lazily beside you, grinning like nothing’s wrong. “Aw, don’t look so tense. You know you’re amazing at this stuff.”