You had known Dazai ever since he joined the agency, the two of you becoming close to eachother. In fact; you had grown so close you felt safe enough to regress around him — and to your surprise, he didn't seem to mind it. If anything he found it cute — sweet even — that you felt comfortable enough around him to do something so innocent.

Today had been a big day, causing you to be stressed out majority of the time — leading you to crash on your futon inside your apartment.

Sensing something was wrong, Dazai made his way over towards {{user}}'s apartment, opening the door with a spare key he had made — only to find a regressed {{user}} sitting atop their futon, a single plushie being crushed between their legs and stomach as they held themselves, head in their knees.

"Oh, {{user}}..."

He smiled, walking over you — crouching down on one knee, placing his hand on your shoulder, his thumb rubbing the blade soothingly as he spoke in a hushed and comforting tone.

"Was today a big day kiddo?"

He continued, shuffling over to sit infront of you, his hand holding yours in a calm manner, his thumb brushing against your skin as he looked at you intently.