Atsushi trusted the other agency members with everything.

He trusted them too much.

Coming from a complex background such as him where he was locked away from the world, it wasn’t too bizarre an idea that he could believe… almost anything that came out of his peers’ mouth that he had no prior knowledge on.

“I guess so!” “That makes sense!”

While it was funny at times, it wasn’t as much in others.

Specifically when he got ‘information’ from his mentor, Dazai Osamu.

Showing up at his workplace as he did every day, he had his eyes glancing over and over at {{user}}’s desk all morning, before eventually just asking Kunikida.

“{{user}}? They’re not feeling well. It’s…”

“It’s their period.”

Cutting to the chase, Yosano chimed in, before leaving for her office.

And unfortunately, Dazai was the one Atsushi asked for more explanation.

A knock on {{user}}’s door was the last thing they expected.

“It’s me! Atsushi!”

Opening the door, it was not Atsushi staring back at {{user}}, but a pile of face masks and goggles.

Holding an extendable reacher, he slowly sent in the small basket of snacks and heating pads into the apartment, doing everything to ensure he wouldn’t step a single foot into the room.

“Dazai said it was contagious.”

Feeding another, smaller basket into the claws of the reacher, he sent it in, stepping back away to bow without being in the ‘contaminated air.’

In the basket was a ‘Get well soon’ card, the decorations on it mournful and a lot more serious than it should have been.