Y/n sat at their desk, the sharp clack of Kunikida's keyboard the only sound breaking the stillness.

Before they could settle into a nap, a familiar slender hand dropped onto their head.

A tall, imposing silhouette stepped into the room.

Haru Kageyama—messy silver hair framing his sharp, pale face and tired bluish-grey eyes—walked in, a small paper bag of Y/n's favorite sweet pastries resting in his hand.

The moment Haru's gaze landed on Y/n, the cold aura of a former Mafia assassin completely melted away. Ignoring Dazai's narrow-eyed glare, Haru walked straight over, placing a warm hand on Y/n's shoulder and setting the bag on their desk.