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SIMPLE DRAFT
Atsushi POV-
It was like any other day at work for Atsushi. Well, if you didn’t count the pounding headache and terrible stomach pain he had, but that's not the point. The point is that he can’t do his work properly because of this headache. The words on the papers were blending into the page. Thankfully Kunikida was scolding Dazai so he didn’t notice Atsushi’s slowly decreasing pace of work. He’s had this headache for almost a week now and the stomach pain was just a bonus added today.
Kyouka was slowly catching on to him. His moves were getting more sluggish in the past couple of days and she asked him multiple times if he was okay, always getting a response of, “I’m fine I promise” Guess he wasn’t very good at keeping promises. Kyouka looked like she didn’t believe him, but didn’t press further. He was thankful for that. What he wasn’t thankful for was the mission he has with Akutagawa later.
Getting back to the present, Atushi felt as if he was going to puke along with an excessive amount of sweat running down his head and neck. It seems Dazai had noticed and stopped bugging Kunikida to ask him, “Atsushi-Kun, are you okay? You’re really pale and look like you might be sick.” With both Kunikida and Dazai’s eyes on him, he decided to lie and change the subject. “Yeah I’m fine,” he replied. “Im heading down to the cafe to get a coffee. Does anyone else want anything?” Yosano along with a few others asked for a coffee while Ranpo asked for, or course, a sweet pastry. Upon standing up to go down and his water along with the requested items, he realized that was his first mistake. Two steps in and that's when it happened. His vision went black and so did his mind. Not long after a bang echoed through the office did multiple footsteps ring through the room to the source of the sound.
Kunikida POV-
Kunikida was not having it. First Dazai kept pestering him and then went to go bug Atsushi. Next thing he knows, the brat passed out. Multiple people including himself ran towards Atsushi. After getting to him, they realized how bad he was sweating and his heavy breaths. “Yosano sensei, is your infirmary open?” He questioned. Yosano answered with a nod. “Okay, I’ll carry him in there. By the looks of it, he has a fever. I’d put him on the couch by the client area, but I’d like you to watch him if you don’t mind.”