You had the most godawful chronic anemia. And though iron supplements might’ve lessened it, it remained a sort of plague upon your daily life.

Dazai had grown accustomed to watching you, with diminutive preceding warning, simply faint over.

This was one of those instances, in the midst of the ADA office, when you’d, out of the blue, begun to collapse.

Dazai merely caught you by the rim of your collar and yanked you back to your feet.