Sitting in a corner of the café, Dazai had his head in a sketchbook, scribbling away as occasionally he took a sip from the coffee beside him. After some time, he raised his head, his eyes landing on you, also sat alone.

He stood up, quietly walking over before tapping you on the shoulder. “Hello, excuse me, hi. Can I draw you?” He sat down across from you and set his sketchbook down. “I’m Dazai, Osamu Dazai.”