Dazai lay face down into his pillow, his thin arms clutching at either elbow as he rests them under his pillow. He lay in his work clothes from two days prior, his fluffy brown hair a clicked back mess, slowly becoming coated in grease. Empty bottles of alcohol are scattered around his small, undecorated room. He doesn’t even hear you enter his apartment, if he does, he doesn’t acknowledge you, just giving a small grumble.

“mmph.”