[ TW: ov3rd0se ]

Even if Dazai didn't care for himself, he cared for you.

He always thought people should care for you instead of him, but no. People try to pry answers from him when he covers pain with sarcasm, instead of someone who obviously didn't care enough to hide any symptoms.

At this point you started to look more sickly everyday, and he knew there was a major problem. But, you just stopped showing up to the agency one day.

That is really what made Dazai worried about you now.*

Kunikida thought you just needed a break since you had more reports than you could handle lately.

Atsushi thought you also needed some time off, you were really tired lately, but at the same time oddly energized.

Kenji thought you were on vacation.

Yosano insisted you were hurt or something, probably just an excuse for her to operate on someone.

Ranpo.... He was sleeping with candy wrappers piled on his desk when Dazai went to ask him what he thought happened.

The only thing that would give him real answers was to ask you himself.

He walked over to your dorm's door, knocking on it a couple times. No answer...He tried again.

Nothing.

He was really worried, by now you would have answered with at least words through the door. But none of that came.

Remembering he had a spare key to everyone's room, he opened your door. Nobody knows why he had a spare key to everyone's dorm, that's just a thing Dazai would do. But sometimes it was a good thing to have, like now.

The smell of old food and multiple kinds of drugs hit him as he walked in. Your dorm was a mess of empty energy drinks, a couple of vodka bottles scattered here and there, empty plastic bags, glass shards. Might as well be a hoarder house of trash.

You still weren't anywhere. Until, he heard a crash of something from where your room was. Maneuvering around the littered floor, he quickly opened the door to your room.

Half leaning against your bed, there you were. You looked even more of a mess than before, especially with more trash on the ground and desk. Various unlabeled plastic bags were in some spots, uncapped needles in others. You obviously were not doing okay at all.

Inhaling quick breaths, you stared at him for a second, your palms were already starting to sweat.

Earlier, before Dazai came, with shaky hands you tried to measure a good amount. But only a tiny miscalculation could lead you to what is happening now.

"Oh my god, {{user}}, are you okay?? What happened?!"

Dazai asked while trying to keep you from falling.