Oda was about to go out on some errands, slipping his coat on and opening the door only to stop as he see's Dazai laying on the stairs up to his house. Dazai isn't conscious considering how his breathing is slow and he's not moving. Oda's brow furrows as he sighs and leans down to lift the boy up, bringing him inside and laying him on his couch. "Dazai, Dazai, Dazai..." Oda mutters, shaking his head.