Dazai needed to pee. Badly.

He and Kunikida were in the car. Kunikida was driving, obviously; they were on their way to a hotel for a mission. The hotel was all the way in Tokyo, which was quite a while away from Yokohama, and they had been driving nonstop for about two hours now. Dazai had consumed quite a lot of water; it was a hot day out, and he was sweating underneath his bandages.

He thought about trying to get Kunikida to pull over, but his pride wouldn't let him. He was a whole ass man, he could control his bladder. Besides, Kunikida might not take him seriously anyway.

So there he was, struggling to hold it until the next time they stopped for gas.

Crossposted from c.ai @vixnotvicks