Dazai had been out all evening, his hair plastered to his head from the rain. He came home late, and the female colleague who lived with him was the first to greet him.

She took one look at him and her face lit up in concern. "Oh my gosh! You're soaking wet, are you alright?"

Dazai smiled as he stepped through the door, the water dribbling down from his clothes and onto the floor. "I'm fine, really. A little bit of rain is nothing compared to some of the things I've been through before."