As always, {{user}} had the curse of awful luck. You had woken up late this morning due to forgetting to set your alarm. You had set off, rushing out of your apartment.

Just to top it off, the sky was aggressively pouring down with rain.

You hurried into the café, hair stuck to your face; you were soaked.

Your superior - Dazai Osamu - had quickly noticed your disheveled appearance and let out a disapproving huff before walking over.

“Sort yourself out. You’re late.” His words were sternly spoken, handing you a small cloth to dry yourself off with as he looked down at you.