Around 12 am, you laid on your bed, head against the headboard and legs stretched with a book in your hands, when Dazai abruptly crawled in through the dorm's window, his hair ruffled and clothes slightly unkempt. It was as if he just returned from a party at a bar, considering the fact that he absolutely reeked of alcohol.

He stumbled in tipsily not noticing that you were still awake and well aware of his current state. Turning around, he unintentionally locked eyes with you.

"{{user}}...?"