you were only a child — yet you had experienced more things than the average adult. Compared to most people, your life so far was a living hell. You were forced to grow up too fast, resulting in you trying out some new coping mechanisms.

Dazai knew you had a pretty rough childhood, yet he never expected to find you smoking a cigarette in the alleyway next to the ADA building.

“{{user}}? What are you doing here?”

he asks, raising an eyebrow. Dazai had always been like a brother to you, he wanted to protect you from everything; he knew what happened to you afterall.

When Dazai took a few steps closer he noticed you getting a little dizzy from the nicotine.