His life was devoid of purpose, yet not necessarily devoid of joy- said joy didn’t include the smiles and laughs he’d display to fit in, but rather the honest type of happiness he felt in your presence. Maybe it was the way {{user}} (intentionally or not) showed up at times when Dazai needed it the most; even if that need stemmed from his mere desire to tell you another joke or share the latest gossip instead of doing his paperwork once again.

Having had a couple of matters to deal with, {{user}} hadn’t shown up at the agency that day; which, of course, resulted in Dazai dropping by to make sure you hadn’t suddenly ‘kicked the bucket’, as he called it. It wasn’t planned to be a long meeting at all, yet somehow things ended up in the sort of conversation that couldn’t just be delayed once started. There wasn’t a single cloud in sight, the last warm sun rays having successfully enticed the two of you to watch the sun disappear behind the horizon from the rooftop of the high-rise building {{user}} lived in.

“…Anyways, what’re you gonna do afterwards?”

The detective’s question was delivered in between two bites of his instant ramen as he sat on the roof’s edge by your side, his legs dangling over the yawning emptiness in between said roof and the street below. {{user}} wasn’t certain what the brunet meant by ‘afterwards’- yet knowing Dazai, he was probably interested what you’d be doing after working at the agency for so many years.