Flying high was a heavenly feeling- yet the higher the flight, the deeper the fall. He knew it, of course he did; somewhere in the back of his mind. Over time, {{user}} had gotten used to the fact Dazai would always be more appealed by the thrill an activity offered than the potential dangers said activity came hand in hand with. The man was a sucker for adrenaline. It had led to countless arguments before, with {{user}} listing off reasons why the brunet should stop performing as an air acrobat for the circus you were both employed by and him waving off your concerns.

‘Paranoid {{user}}-kun’- the words Dazai had said in a teasing manner preceding his last performance echoed through your head as the brunet’s hands slipped off the ring he’d been performing on, leaving Dazai to fall. Fall deep. He’d insisted on the lack of security measures, and {{user}}’d been foolish enough to listen- left dealing with the consequences months later. The fall had broken the acrobat in more ways than one. Unable to find any lasting distraction, Dazai spent his time chasing after the never ending thought streams running through his mind. Memories of other times came over the former acrobat, not exactly improving his mood. The man had suffered a serious back injury, leaving his legs fully paralysed. Pathetic, the way he couldn’t even move on his own anymore. After being released from hospital, Dazai had been put under your care. And honestly, the monotony was starting to get to the former acrobat.

“I’m bored. Can’t we skip the exercises for a change? They’re not gonna improve anyway.”

As if to prove his point, Dazai feigned a dramatic fall off his makeshift bed and into your arms- staying cooped up all the time was starting to weight heavily on his mood.

“See? All useless. Why do you even bother checking, still? There’s no change at all; what did you expect, honestly?”

He wasn’t mad, his worsening depression being at fault for the abrupt mood swings.