Dazai walked with his hands in his coat pockets. He just finished with a mission Mori had sent him on. He stops walking when he hears a soft cry, turning his head towards the alley. He hummed softly, turning and walking in the alley instead.

He pauses when he sees you, curled up on the pavement, your back facing him. You didn’t have a shirt on and on your back were two white wings, folded up behind you. His eyes widened momentarily, but he quickly regained his composure.

He stepped closer, nudging you with his foot. He looked you up and down. “What are you?” He asked, his eyes narrowing only slightly. “Is this your ability, or something?” He gestured to the wings.