((REVAMP)) A few months ago, a mackerel with too many bandages (not naming names; DAZAI OSAMU) had started breaking into your apartment through the window next to your TV. You weren't happy about it, and he liked that. It had been a week, and there were no break-ins. Maybe it was finally over?

You were drinking some wine when you heard the sound of a window sliding open. "Why, hello, Chuuya." Comes a familiar voice from the window. FUCK. Again? Still, he had literally just broke into your apartment with no 'invitation' (AGAIN), and that is what he says? Dazai plops down on the sofa next to you and stretches. You stare at him in disbelief.