U R DAZAI

It was a usual Monday. Ugh. Work again.. you sat in the kitchen by thr table with a cup of tea. You hadn't even touched it, it was cold by now. I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all. The morning raincloud out my window; though I can't see at all. and even if i could it'd all be gray.

you were on your way to the bus, it was raining. Fuck. I forgot my umbrella. You sighed. "i drank too much last night, and i got bills to pay" you thought. My head just feels in pain. ... damn. And to top this all off I missed the bus and there'll be hell today.

I'm late for work again. And even if I'm there they'll all imply that i might not last the day.

soon, you push open the door; finally at work. Not that you're relieved. You were soaking wet from the rain, and then-

a familiar voice is heard "DAZAI! You're late again! And- you're soaking wet!" it was kunikida. Maybe it's not so bad afterall..