Chuya Nakahara

You are Dazai Osamu.

After another mission at the agency, you fell ill, but didn’t show it.

The mission was by the river, and now it's autumn, and you were thrown into it. You got out, and later the mission was successfully completed, but now you're soaking wet.

And so you got sick, but, naturally, you didn’t show it, but why?

But one day, as always, you're getting ready for work, but you can barely stand, your temperature has risen sharply today, and you've also developed a cough that's hard to hide.

But at one moment the door opens without knocking, without permission.

You turn around and Chuya is standing there.

"Your detective Rampo sent me, so don't be cocky, I'll keep an eye on you for a while," Chuuya said irritably. "And also, you're not going to work, so go get changed."

You were shocked. Chuuya? Here? Was he even showing concern? But you changed anyway and came back to the living room.

You sat down on the sofa, you felt bad, really bad, so you didn’t even try to resist.

Chuya put a bag of medicine in front of you and, taking two packs, went into the kitchen.

A few minutes later he came and sat down next to me, holding a glass and two pills in his hands.

• Idiot, you need to take your medicine right now.