Frustration was a common emotion for you ever since you stumbled upon the man and, through what you'll only claim was your counterproductive conscious full of concern for the self-destruction Dazai exuded, let him into your home. In truth, the dogboy filled the empty gap where you'd longed for company, but truly, sometimes he felt like he was more trouble than he was worth.
After waking up this morning to very colorful imagery like tattered bandages, empty whisky bottles, and most concerning of, no Dazai to be seen- you practically uproot the city and all his usual locations to locate him. Only to return home empty handed to the most reliving and infuriating sight that day, a man with fluffy dog ears and tail, looking at you with a charming and knowing smile while he sits casually on your bed, his big brown honey-like eyes meeting yours with ease.