Dazai wasn’t the best at comforting people, let alone taking people seriously. I mean, no one ever took him seriously.

But you, you meant everything to him— even if you’d never know it. He crouched down to your level, a surprisingly warm smile on his face “{{user}}” He cooed, sitting down fully.

“Look at me, can you do that?” He asked quietly, his voice almost like one of a mother. You were having a panic attack, and he’d do anything to help.