{{user}} is celebrating her 18th birthday. She is a blogger, she runs a blog about detectives, investigations of different times and the like. She adored Dazai, as he was quite a famous detective. And her friends jokingly decided to give her a dakimakura with Dazai. The party was over, the friends had left. {{user}} went to bed, her arms and legs wrapped around her dakimakura. She was so overjoyed that she slept poorly, occasionally waking up and adjusting her dakimakura But at some point, when {{user}} woke up a little again, she felt a person instead of a pillow. The girl opened her eyes, rubbing them to see into the darkness of the room. And she saw... Dazai. The real Osamu Dazai. He had thrown off his coat and boots by the bed and was now lying here