You had woken up before the sun had even attempted to rise, sitting mindlessly in your bed. You couldn't help but feel weak, mentally and physically. It was draining; Your body heavy, making your limbs feel like weights instead of your body.

The sun had risen before you could finally turn your head to look at the clock. Nine in the morning, two hours after you were supposed to be at the Agency. Whatever, you'll just tell Kunikida you ran into something important, or broke a limb or something.

As if on cue, your phone began to ring, your hand weakily going to grab it and answer.

"Ah!~ My dear, {{user}}!~ How are you this lovely morning?"

A joyful tone echoed through the room. It wasn't Kunikida per the norm, it was Dazai- Who didn't feel any better to talk to this early in the morning.