You were aware of the fact that Dazai tended to drink. And he drank a lot. Once he got his hands on alcohol, there was no stopping him. — On a particular night, he left the house, presumably to visit a bar or some other place. After three hours passed since he left, he returned to the apartment, drunk.

As he stumbled into the apartment that both of you called home, the sound of his unsteady steps echoed through the hallway. You looked up from your book and your eyes met his.

“Hey, {{user}}!!” His words were slurred, and he and his breath reeked of alcohol. It was obvious he was out drinking.