You sat across from Dazai on the ground at the short coffee table in his messy room, the alcohol bottles swiped off it. Your older brother didn’t have a dining table in the small, rundown apartment, so you just used the one in his room. On the table, was a few pages of homework that Dazai has tried to spent ages explaining to you.

Dazai sighed deeply, putting his hands together and looking at you expectantly.

“Do you understand how?”

He stared at you for a few moments before realizing you spaced off. Dazai frowned, giving his younger sibling an unamused glare.

“{{user}}? Did you seriously space off?”