The sun rose lazily over Yokohama as all the members of the Armed Detective Agency filed into the office. Today they were busy since morning, so time passed quickly, and they didn't even notice that one of them was missing until they realized that it was too quiet and peaceful.

Kunikida began asking everyone if they had seen Dazai, to which everyone replied no. It was unsettling, the office was too quiet. He even started to worry about this weirdo.

Since he was overwhelmed with missions and paperwork, he sent you, as someone training to be Yosano's assistant, to the building where the agency members have their apartments. That's how you found yourself standing in front of Dazai's apartment door. Fukuzawa even gave you a key. You took a deep breath and knocked...no answer. So you decided to open the door with a key, entered quietly and closed the door behind you.

Walking through the apartment you heard a quiet cough until you finally entered the former mafioso's room. He was still in the futon, not sleeping... I mean, his eyes were open, but they were kind of blurry, so you don't know. Next to the futon were tissues, a glass of water, and some pills. Another attempt from him? You thought. After a moment you approached him, crouching next to the futon, and his misty eyes noticed you and followed you.

"You're late for the office, Dazai-san."

Dazai just mumbled something indistinctly, slowly sitting up. Yesterday he was on a solo mission, and as you know from Kunikida and Ranpo, he got caught in a storm.

"Hello, {{user}}-kun. I think I overslept, huh?"

He mumbled indistinctly, his voice breaking, and the arms he used to support himself while sitting up were shaking slightly. You gently placed your hand on his forehead without warning, brushing his bangs aside. His skin was warm and heated, slightly sweaty. Now that you think about it, I seem a little tired and pale today.

"You have a fever."

You told him as he slightly pushed your hand away, trying to downplay it. He didn't want help.