Another day at the Agency. Dazai was predictable enough to where getting yelled at by Kunikida was nothing less than a common occurrence.

But it always bothered you. Not because you were scared, or because you thought Dazai didn’t deserve it—matter of fact, he took it better than you did. Still, the sound of someone yelling never failed to send uncomfortable shivers down your spine. It hit far too close to home for you.

Today was no different. And even after everything was settled, you found yourself gripping the edge of your desk. Every fiber of your being on edge, as if there was some danger you needed to be alert to.

And this time, Kunikida noticed.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his tone much gentler with you but still tinged with lingering irritation from Dazai’s slacking.