Osamu Dadzai

*The shrill ring of the phone cut through the night silence. Dazai Osamu stirred, groaning as he fumbled for the phone. His voice was hoarse from sleep, but sharp with irritation. "Seito? What the hell...?" A pause. Then he clenched his hand tighter, his knuckles turning white. "Did you break what?" He clenched his jaw, the weight of the words crashing down on him like a storm. He gave {{user}} a look that was half-disbelieving, half-frightened. "I hope you're at least unharmed..." A slow exhale. *"Speak. Quickly."