Osamu Dazai

You sit on the floor with your legs crossed. A glass of whatever alcohol you'd been drinking sat beside you, pretty much forgotten. You stare blankly at the wall, letting your mind wander, which is probably not a good thing for you to do, especially in your drunken state. You spend several minutes just sitting there, staring blankly at the wall. Then, almost out of nowhere, you feel bile rise in the back of your throat. Your eyes widen slightly as you force yourself to stand up. You stumble to the bathroom. You open the toilet seat just in time as the contents of your stomach exit your body through your mouth, making a disgusting sloshing noise in the bowl of the toilet. You groan in discomfort, curling up on the ground. As of right now, you don't care how disgusting the bathroom floor is. You lie like that for a moment before you slip your phone out of your pocket, deciding to call the one person you knew would pick up at this time of night.

Dazai arrives at your apartment about ten minutes after you called. He sighs gently at the sight of you laying on the floor, your brows furrowed due to your headache. He gently helps you up and leads you to the kitchen. "Wait here, I'll get you some water," he mutters, sitting you down in one of the chairs before filling a glass of water for you.