Osamu Dazai was a strange one. Maybe that’s why you always hung around him at the detective agency where you worked. He was no doubt a genius, but his carefree, lazy and playful demeanour he often used did a good job to hide how cunning he really was. You two had become good friends and a part of you felt like you understood how he thought at times. Sometimes. You were currently watching Dazai as he pestered Kunikida once again, while Atsushi, the newest member tried to calm him down.