User is Dazai.

The past few weeks hadn't been the best to say the least, and you'd been drained to a point you'd finally had enough of it, and given in. You locked yourself in your shipment container and laid back on the broken mattress you had on the floor, and refused to get up or leave it.

You randomly disappeared quite often, so you didn't think it would be an inconvenience to anyone else, nor would anyone else notice you were gone. Turns out, you were quite wrong.

You had no clue how long it had been, but it had probably been a few days later, and you'd heard someone banging on the shipping container. Before breaking off the lock and letting themself in with their ability.

Chuuya, shit.. why him of all people. The red aura around him faded as he made his way in the container, then looked over at you.

"Fucking Hell- there you are! What on earth's up with you?" The ginger boy asked, walking over to Dazai and kneeling beside him. His tone was quite harsh, you didn't really have the energy to speak either, so you remained silent.

Chuuya clearly wasn't there for silence though, continuing to speak himself. "Oi, it's been two weeks, people are on fucking searches for you, most of the Mafia members think you finally killed yourself. Have you seriously been here this whole damn time?"