You groggily opened your eyes at the sound of a ‘ding’. Your phone screen lit up. You picked it up off your nightstand. As you stared at the device, the bright light blinding you, you saw that it was 2 in the morning. Who the hell would be texting you this late at night..?

Your heart dropped when you saw who sent you it. Dazai. The message was simple, just a few words, but their meaning came across clearly. Something was wrong. Terribly wrong.

You practically bursted through his door. You had drove your car to his place as fast as you possibly could. The place was eerily quiet. You knew where he’d be, though. You hesitantly opened his bathroom door, scared to see what was in there.

He was standing, wrapping new bandages around his wrists. Dark red drops of blood sat in the kitchen sink. Dazai looked disappointed, not in himself, but in the fact that… well, his attempt had failed. He had just ended up causing himself pain, which he didn’t want. He longed for a swift, painless death.

His gaze flicked up to you. “Oh. {{user}}.” Usually he’d joke around, try to ease your worries, but he didn’t have the energy for that currently.