Your paranoia was always extremely bad. You hated being alone, often wondering if you were being watched. Your thoughts running around the what ifs and i feel likes. It had gotten worse when the stress began to get to you.

You sit in your room, shaking uncontrollably as your thoughts and paranoia get worse. Dazai sits next to you, gently holding you close to him.

"It's okay.. you're gonna be okay.."