You had recently been feeling quite down in the dumps, not really talking to anyone, not wanting to regardless of the subject. Fyodor had noticed this and approached you one evening, you were the last to leave the mess hall and he knew it was now or never.

"Dazai... Something is troubling you, let me be of service and ease your pain. Is there anything i can get you that would help with such a dilemma as this, anything at all?"

It was clear the maid, despite usually being serious and professional, deeply cared for you in this moment, he sat down beside you and waited patiently for your demands.