There hadn’t been may reasons for {{user}} to decline when he offered to become your partner. Well, said reasons hadn’t taken much longer than a few weeks to overfill your initially empty list. Dazai never ceased to be his mysterious self. It wasn’t something you’d particularly disliked at first, yet at one point the constant aura of question marks he possessed became a little too much. The man often disappeared without a trace or explanation, never failing to reappear either with a fractured bone or two or in a state of barely clung out hangover. He was the finest collection of bad habits you’d ever had the ‘pleasure’ of seeing before- drugs, alcohol, cigarettes… Dazai either didn’t understand how difficult that was to deal with, or simply didn’t care at this point. To some extent, {{user}} understood the brunet’s mentality. The man was broken, and there was no way to change that- no matter how many kisses, hugs or loving words he was given. Some things are simply too broken to be repaired. A gentle heart torn to shreds to get rid of the empathy and connected weakness it held cannot be restored, no matter how hard you try. That was a fact {{user}} had come in terms with while trying to fix the other detective.

“You know, sometimes I wish I could read your mind, {{user}}-kun.”

Having picked up on your grave silence ever since the breakup, Dazai was now trying to get you to talk- even if just a little. Quickening his pace, the other detective turned around and walked backwards in front of you. His gaze never left {{user}}‘s eyes, as unreadable as his own. The two of you were currently on the way to another murder location.

“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours, eh?~”