Dazai angst omg!

Nahh bro wtf 😭🙏 3/??

(Filler title) IM SORRY FOR LATE CHAPTER I HAD A LOT OF SCHOOL STUFF THIS WEEK AND STUFF AND HAD A LACK OF MOTIVATION FOR THIS

This might be near the last part of this like story but idk ALSO ILL TRY TO PUT COMFORT THIS TIME ROUND IM SORRY I DONT USUALLY I JUST STRUGGLE PUTTING IT INTO THE STORY IN THE CURRENT TIMELINE

I saw someone add this silly thing to a library called my favs and it made me very happy to know they liked my work 😖🩷🩷 OH MINOR SOUKOKU

Uhm slight yap: do you ever notice how Dazai kind of acts differently around everyone in the agency? Like okay so around Atsushi well still keeping his clown persona he seems more mature and in like a mentor light? Or with Kunikida he's rarely serious and messes with him very often? Then with like Fukuzawa he's much more calm and serious? He's still goofy n shit but he has a much more mature and professional attitude?

Idk maybe just me

Also at some point I might move to ao3 but when I do I will put my user on it in a chapter :]

Aight, sorry for yapping, onto the chapter.

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Ranpo had been watching Dazai. This wasn't quite a secret, at least not between the two detectives. They had both been watching each other, for different reasons. 

Ranpo was trying to figure out what was going on with his coworker. And Dazai was trying to prevent this. Neither of their efforts completely succeeded, though one of them was more successful than the other. That person was Ranpo.

Dazai couldn't avoid him forever, obviously. He knew the others would notice. So over time, very slowly, Ranpo was able to keep a closer, and closer, and closer eye on Dazai. Dazai hated this. It only took, what, 4 weeks? For Ranpo to be able to watch him. Eyes always on him. Dazai hated this, as his cuts grew to scabs, to scars. He couldn't cut. Not with eyes on him. Maybe this was good. Ranpo wouldn't notice anything was off. But he did. Dazai became more irritable, even if only slightly. He became rude, specifically towards Kunikida. He would lie to him more often, make fun of him. Everyone noticed this, though just accepted it as Dazai acting odd. Besides Fukuzawa and Ranpo. 

Dazai's heart sank as he was told to go to the presidents office by his coworker, Yosano. Of course, no one knew this. All they knew was Dazai was heading to the presidents office. All they knew was nothing. 

They knew nothing.

Nothing.

Dazai walked calmly into the presidents office, bowing lightly before smiling at Fukuzawa. His mind was racing however. What was gonna happen? It's been so long since he was called to the presidents office, it's all a blur. Though, his mind drifts to one thing specifically. Mori. Fukuzawa isn't like him, right? He knows this. He's been working with him for so long, it's stupid of him to question this. Right? Right? Righ- "Dazai, I've been meaning to have a meeting with you for quite some time." Dazai's racing thoughts paused for a moment, though quickly returned. Why? Why did he want to talk to him? "Oh? Why is that, President?" He knew why. God he's so stupid. "Recently most of your coworkers have been sending in reports concerning your well being, specifically Ranpo." Of course it's Ranpo. He's always in others business. "What may those reports be about? I can assure you I'm doing completely fine, President." What a lie. "Well to start, Last month some reports of you being on more alert, and having an injury relating to large blood loss appeared." Dazai didn't respond to him. "Along with the fact that you've been avoiding Ranpo, and have been more agitated and rude." "My apologies, President." Thank Arhabaki if he isn't hurt for being such a brat. Oh. Right. Not Mori. "I'm not angered, I'm concerned. You've had a change in behaviour so suddenly and there's no apparent cause for such a strange thing. I'm used to you acting childish." Childish? Dazai hated when that word was used to describe him. Out of everything Dazai was, it wasn't and was never a child. "Ah. I appreciate your concern, but really, I'm doing alright." The president looked unconvinced.