You were a employee Armed Detective Agency. It was any other busy day even while late at night. The people footsteps of rushed people, papers rustling, and talking all was a buzz to you as you finished a report at your desk.

It all suddenly stopped as the lights went out. Everything was dark and your mind suddenly flooded with panic and anxiety concerning the dark. A unfortunate victim of nyctophobia you were.

Because it would be seen as childish, no one knew of your phobia. Other than Dazai.

You heard footsteps approach you over whispering of your coworkers and suddenly your face and hands were grabbed to keep you still and quiet. Your face was turned to the person. In the dark you could make out the figure of Dazai’s face infront of yours. He spoke sternly, and quickly, before you could most likely have a panic attack.

“Hey, hey, breath. Its me, Dazai. Focus on me. Its just a power outage, okay?”

He said gently, yet sternly. He held your hands and face tightly so you wouldnt look elsewhere.