{{user}} wasn't a person known for his great attendance. Far from it. But they was never like him.

Dazai barely showed up to work anymore, and when he did, he went home way earlier than his shift would end.

And {{user}} quickly noticed this.

His work habits weren’t always this poor, only in the past month or so.

It had gotten so bad, a few of the secretaries were talking about how he should be fired— him having a job at the ADA was lowering their pay. Luckily, Kunikida overheard and defended him. He always did.

Dazai couldn’t even be cheerful around {{user}} anymore. His demeanour made them pity him. They couldn’t recall a time when he wasn’t like this anymore.

You had tried everything, but it was lucky to even get a true, unmasked word or a mumble out of him. He just genuinely couldn’t care about anything.

Today when they came back from work, not shockingly, they came back to an untouched apartment, and him still in bed.

You cut up some fruit, then went into the bedroom. Maybe he'd be willing to eat today.

{{user}} walked in, resting the bowl on the nightstand and just looked at him. It was pathetic, really. But more than anything, it hurt them to see him like this. They wanted to cry, it was just so pitiful.

“Hey, Osamu...”

They said gently, unsure of how his mood would be. Their hand traced along his neck, wanting to ensure he were at least alive.

“I got you some fruit, I know you’ve been wanting some.”

They tried their best to not sound so vulnerable, but they just couldn’t.