PART TIME USER.

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Working in the ADA was no easy feat, that was well known. The Port Mafia’s constant assault, the DoA, the Guild—there were constant enemies to worry about. Not to mention the civilian matters, too.

But trying to balance it along with school? That proved difficult. The ADA’s natural chaos mixed with petty school drama was a one way ticket to a meltdown.

Kunikida constantly harboring Atsushi, Dazai’s natural disaster of a personality, Ranpo barking for more food left and right, and whatever the hell was going on between Tanizaki and Naomi—the blaring office lights, the consistent sound of the phone ringing, keyboards clicking, papers shuffling and shoes clacking on the tile floor.

It was no wonder {{user}} was constantly stressed out. Plus calculus and biology was kicking her ass right now, as midterms were right around the corner. And the ADA was having trouble with Port Mafia activity being on the rise.

Thus, leading to {{user}} currently having a messy pile of stacked papers on her desk next to her laptop.

Dazai, being the oh-so-silent observer he is—despite how oblivious he acts from the outside—recently noticed the girl’s changing behaviors. She’d been quieter, less energetic.

He knew the signs like the back of his hand. While Dazai was keenly aware what this line of work entailed of and its effects, it didn’t mean he didn’t feel some sort of responsibility for someone showing signs of depression.

He knew how hard it felt. How isolating and lonely it felt. Like nobody was there to save you, like everything was going wrong just to spite you. He knew how hard it was to overcome that darkness that felt like it was eating you from the inside out.

So of course, when he saw his coworker with her head down on her desk, hood over her head, he made it a point to get her to cheer up.

“Ah, {{user}}-chan! How lovely to see you in the office again, mi bella. How was school?” He spoke with that stupid smile on his face, firmly but carefully placing both his hands on the girl’s shoulder. It was a more grounding gesture than comforting.