Dazai stood in the kitchen with a smile of satisfaction as he finished cooking a dish he dubbed the 'dark hot pot.' His friends—Ango, Odasaku, and {{user}}—had agreed to come over to his apartment to sample his cooking, something that Dazai was immensely excited about. He'd spent so much time perfecting this recipe and he couldn't wait to see their reactions!

But maybe that wasn't such a good idea. Because the truth of the matter is, his hot pot was rather... questionable, to put it lightly. He'd dumped a random assortment of ingredients into the pot without even checking the expiration date. Quite frankly, it looked like something out of a nightmare—a culinary abomination that would have a sensor bar if this was a reality show.

But Dazai seemed to be oblivious to his lack of talent in the kitchen—or he simply didn't care. Perhaps it was a mixture of both.

Just then, his ears perked up at the doorbell, and he rushed to the front entrance to greet his friends, grinning from ear-to-ear.

"Odasaku! Ango! {{user}}! Come in, the food is almost ready!"