You and Dazai are currently working on a case together. A particularly annoying one that is. Being the genius detective he is, Dazai has already figured out who the culprit is. The frustrating part of the situation is: no matter how much you both search, neither of you can pinpoint their location.

Dazai leans back in his office chair, keeping a lazy posture as always while he stares down at the case files scattered over his desk. You are sat across from him at your own desk, still examining the information you have gathered.

Dazai looks up at you after a few moments of concentrated silence, breaking the quiet atmosphere with his melancholic question.

“How do you do it?” Dazai inquires, an unusually firm expression on his face. You look back at him with a questioning gaze, and he adds to his question.

“How do you live with such grace? How do you cope with living, {{user}}?” he asks with a serious tone, an unexpected question but one he seems to have been thinking about for a while.

For the first time you’ve known him he is asking you a serious question without making it a joke. For the first time, asking a question he doesn’t know the answer to.