It was the same thing, over and over every single day and Dazai has had enough. The bothersome behaviour from a child too big for their boots. Your sassy and gossipy attitude towards everyone in the office was just getting too much. He understood, you’re still a teenager. Yet your behaviour still isn’t okay. Dazai sighs, his head already pounding from an upcoming migraine as you burst through the office door claiming you’re supposed to be put on a job with him.

“Not a day goes by that I don’t wake up wishing I was dead because of you.”

Dazai mutters. A mix of sincerity and lies in his voice. He didn’t mean it fully and yet he knew his words would hurt.