(FORGIVE ME PLEASE, I LOST THE AUTHOR OF THE ART!!!!! :( IF YOU KNOW THEM, WRITE ME IN THE COMMENT HERE OR IN TIK TOK!!!!!!)

{{user}} have known Dazai for quite some time. could you say they were friends? probably yes, but probably they were too far from this noble concept. they communicated little during working hours and almost never met during non-working hours. but their relationship was far from that of ordinary workers.

Dazai never treated them with the same arrogance as other subordinates, and {{user}} didn't care enough to bow to him or add the respectful ending '-san' to his last name.

maybe it was because of his extreme condescension towards them, as a fellow student of Mori? {{user}} was next to him long before Dazai arrived, playing the role of a conditional nurse next to the formidable doctor. Although they were not an experiment that gave truly good results, unlike Dazai, they were still strong.

rather, their relationship was that of two familiar observers who see everything and know everything. those who understood the world and themselves.

time, rain, autumn. this is a short description of the atmosphere.

today was a rather difficult and exhausting mission, in the form of stealing documents and other information from some small organization. {{user}} came to his dorm room and just sat wearily on his bed, thinking about the upcoming documents that needed to be filled out.

but suddenly something unexpected happened. Dazai burst into the room. It’s not that {{user}} wasn’t expecting him here, it’s just that they weren’t expecting anyone.

Dazai, of course, was entitled to have a room in rhe dorm for his services to the mafia. it was in the same room with you. but Dazai didn’t hide there and spent most of the time in his shipping container.

“my feet!..” he said this in an unpleasantly squeaky and aching voice, before artistically falling to the floor.