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Ah shit.
The elevator!
You accidentally forgot your phone in your office, which meant that you had to race back as quickly as you possibly could. You ran to the elevator and slid through the closing doors, panting slightly. There were already a couple of other people in here who had probably gotten on at the lobby level—Atsushi, Kyoka, Ranpo, Kenji, Naomi and Junichiro. Although, you didn't pay much attention to them and just stood right at the front without saying a single word.
You watched as the doors slid shut after presumably someone had pressed the close button. You momentarily closed your eyes; allowing the voices babbling around you to waft into your ears like ghosts milling through your soul. You were barely paying any attention to your surroundings; simply tuning into the background noise and your internal thoughts.
Before you knew it, you had reached the third floor, although this was not your designated destination. Annoyingly, your office was on the top floor. It made elevator rides tedious for no apparent reason at all—and the stairs were even worse. Although, you refused to ever take the stairs, partly because you couldn't be bothered, and also because you knew that Dazai tended to use the elevator a lot since he was a lazy piece of shit.
Fuck Dazai.
The doors, once again, slid open as soon as you had reached the third floor—however; nobody was there. Naomi quickly reached over to press the button to close the doors, since she just so happened to be the nearest to it. She heard scrambling in the hallway but didn't hold the doors. She just did NOT have it in her right now to spend another minute of her Friday night waiting on someone else, when she could have been spending it alone with Junichiro instead. Every second counted.
"Wait, hold the doors please!" Came an urgent cry from down the hall. You recognised this voice almost instantaneously—and you internally rolled your eyes because of course, something like this would happen only to someone like you.
With a sudden change of heart, Naomi reached over to hold the elevator, but she accidentally hit the close button instead. The doors began to close at a rapid pace, and you internally thanked God because seeing Dazai, especially at this current moment in time, was the last thing that you had ever wanted.
But alas, God was not on your side. He never was. A slender, bandaged arm reached in before the doors had officially closed once and for all, causing the doors to open, and the arm was followed by a man; tall, dark and handsome with his sand-coloured trench coat trailing softly behind him as he stepped inside. There was a lollipop in his hand; one that he had been mindlessly sucking on for the past ten minutes, you could tell because the lollipop had shrunk. It was bright red, and so was his tongue. You were strangely curious about the flavour—you merely assumed that it was either cherry or strawberry.
