Dazai sat in the ADA office looking at the tower of paperwork he had on his desk, Dazai hated two things in this world: Painful deaths, and paperwork. Dazai looked at Kunikida with a deadpan expression.

Dazai: “Do you really expect me to do this?” he said in an exasperated tone, Dazai had been feeling particularly off lately, more antsy than usual. Of course they were getting a new hire— they were transferred permanently as a request by Yukichi Fukuzawa himself.