Dazai POV

Dazai had been acting strange. Kunikida knew it, and so did the rest of the agency. Dazai wasn’t himself. He wasn’t being loud and energetic, he just wordlessly worked, and then leaved. It seemed to get worse during the winter, for some odd reason.. and as of now, winter was just arriving, which was clearly causing issues.

When Dazai didn’t show up to work, Kunikida knew he had to intervene.. so he walked all the way up to Dazai’s dorm room.

Kunikida let out a faint sigh as he observed the condition of Dazai’s dorm, the place was dirty, it smelt like whiskey, which was demonstrated by the pills and whiskey bottles that were sprawled on the floor

He carefully walked up to dazai with concern evident in his eyes, his matted hair was sprawled against the futon he laid in, dazai’s eyes looked lifeless and dull “Dazai, what happened..? we’re all worried..” he frowned, knowing his complaints would fall on deaf ears