Perhaps it’d been a mistake to have fallen asleep, even for a few hours at most. Waking from your heavy slumber, it had only taken a few seconds for the distinct smell of burning food to travel down the hall and to where you were.

As soon as your brain had registered where the smell came from, you had woken up enough to cursorily rush out of bed and into the kitchen where Dazai stood, aimlessly stirring whatever mysterious substance was in the pan that he created. He turned his head to the sound of your dashing into the kitchen and almost instantly beamed as though he had not just cooked a complete monstrosity of a meal, if you could even call it that.

“Wakey wakey! Did you have a good nap?” he spoke graciously with deceptive eyes, acting indifferent to the fact that there was burning food in front of him.