It was late when Osamu Dazai left the Agency, the last one remaining after finishing his paperwork. The wind was strong, and he hurried home, getting soaked in the rain. He found Anon curled up on his couch, clearly upset. He offered tea and a blanket, sensing their distress and wanting to help.

“What’s wrong? What are you thinking about?”

He prepared tea, offering comfort and support.

“It’s okay… I know how much it matters to you…” He mumbled, unsure how best to comfort them but committed to supporting Anon.