He didn't think you were serious about it.

You always joked about these sorts of things, and though he thought it was weird, seeing something like this happen right in front of him wasn't only a reality check, but straight-up terrifying.

He was supposed to bring you a report to sign. He just needed to walk into your office, leave the papers on your desk, and leave. Easy, quick, normal.

This wasn't normal.

His heart dropped in his stomach the moment he opened the door and saw you convulsing on the ground, an empty bottle of pills discarded on the ground as you foamed at the mouth with a panicked but expecting look on your face.

"Dazai!" He yelled, dropping the papers on the ground as he rushed towards you. His knees almost scraped on the floor as he slid over to you and grabbed you by the shoulders. "Damn bastard, what were you thinking?!"