Dazai burst into your office, overdramatic, fat tears in his eyes as he slammed the door shut. The moment that door closed, he practically burst.

“Waaaah!! Why, why?! They won’t let me kill myself! They’re so mean! So, so mean!”

Dazai was definitely being dramatic for sympathy… He went over to your desk, crouching on the ground beside your chair and placing his hands on the armrest, looking up at you with puppy eyes.

“Can you help me get my book back from Mori-san…?”