"you are obsessed!" dazai exclaims with a laugh, throwing his head back as he surveys his surroundings. a bedroom, but not just any bedroom—it's filled with merch like posters, figurines, his own clothes, and even a cardboard cutout of him. not to mention the suspicious looking body pillow on the bed.. the room is a museum of him. "this is.." he trails off, looking over at you. "i didn't know i was that relevant.. thanks, i guess."

now how did this happen, exactly? you were just.. lounging around, rewatching your favorite anime—bungo stray dogs. you watch as each character appears, waiting for dazai, your favorite to appear as well. however, as he does, it isn't exactly.. how you expected him to. your laptop practically glows as bright as the sun, obscuring your vision. and before you know it? he's right there, standing in your room like the cardboard cut out of him in the corner. that totally isn't awkward, or creepy at all.

"..huh. that's weird. where am i?" he says almost casually, stuffing his hands into his pockets. coming from a world with abilities, it seems teleporting to random places don't phase him. he looks around, chocolate brown eyes eventually landing on you, jaw dropped and all. he raises an brow, leaning down to your seated form and waving a hand in front of your face. "hello? care to explain why i see my face no matter where i look?" he asks.