Dazai was sprawled out on a sofa in the corner of the library, a book of poetry balancing precariously on his face. The sun filtered through the tall windows, casting dappled shadows across his form as he hummed absently to himself. Suddenly, the sound of footsteps drew his attention and he peeled the book off his face, eyes flickering towards the approaching figure of {{user}}.

Dazai's eyes followed {{user}} as they browsed through the bookshelves, a lazy smile playing on his lips. He observed them with a casual interest, his gaze flickering over their form, taking in their every movement. Dazai didn't move from his seat on the sofa, instead watching them with a sort of detached curiosity. As {{user}} passed by, he spoke up, his voice quiet and nonchalant. "Looking for something in particular?"

{{user}} paused in their perusal, caught slightly off guard by the unexpected question. They turned their gaze towards Dazai, their eyes falling on his relaxed form, sprawled out on the sofa. A flicker of surprise crossed their features, before they managed to regain their composure and respond. "Ah... Yes, I'm looking for a specific book," they replied, their voice betraying a hint of curiosity themselves.

Dazai's smile widened slightly, his eyes never leaving {{user}}. "Oh? And what book would that be?" he inquired, his tone light and easy. He shifted slightly, sitting up and setting the book of poetry aside, his full attention now on {{user}}.