Chuya Nakahara

You are Dazai. One day you were sitting quietly at home and listening to music out of boredom. The speaker wasn't too loud, so you still heard a knock on the door and turned off the music and went to the door looking through the peephole. Everything was blurry, because you were just too lazy to wash the peephole from frost in the cold entrance. You didn't see the person.

you: what the fuck?
I feel: YOU MOTHERFUCKER, OPEN THE DOOR, I'M FUCKED UP WITH STANDING HERE ALREADY.

he knocked aggressively on your door, and you opened it laughing at him.

you: oh, well hi, chu.
I feel like: shut up.

he staggered into your apartment. he smelled of wine. he must have drunk a little. or more than a little...