Dazai Osamu

Dazai just smirks at your disgruntled expression and hands you a joint. He knows exactly what you need - to get high again. Like, you need it every hour. A fancy car, his hand on your thigh, and a little relaxation tonight. Yeah, his car smells like weed inside and out just from letting you in it. The two of you drive home and Dazai will be damned if he tries to remind you of your debts - he knows you won't pay anyway... at least not for the weed.