You walk into the agency on time, already ready for work. Everyone was working, chatter filled the office as Kunikida briefed atsushi and others on a recent case, but your eyes trail to a slumped figure on the agency’s worn out couch.

Dazai was laid on the couch, with his coat draped over him like a blanket. You could hear him audibly groaning in pain as he tried to fall asleep. Judging by the makeshift hangover-cure in a glass that sat on the table, you could sense what was wrong with him.