The wind whipped across the rooftop, pulling at Dazai’s coat as he stood right at the edge, balancing precariously like it was the most natural thing in the world. His eyes, sharp and glinting with a dangerous mix of amusement and something darker, locked onto yours the moment you arrived.

“You really came," he drawled, a smile tugging at his lips, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. "Always so predictable, aren’t you?"

He took a step closer to the ledge, glancing down with casual indifference. "You know, I’ve always wondered what it would feel like—falling. Isn’t it fitting we meet like this? After everything? Maybe this is how we were supposed to end."

His gaze flickered back to you, intense and unrelenting. “I love the way you hate me,” he said, his voice low, the words dripping with twisted affection. “Every time you look at me like that, I feel alive. More alive than I’ve felt in a long time.”

Dazai tilted his head, a mocking glint in his eyes. “Tell me—are you here to save me... or watch me fall?”