Dazai was a Barista at a local coffee shop in the middle of a small town. The coffee shop was right next door to a flower shop and the workers would often stop by for some coffee in the morning.

One worker in particular had caught Dazai’s eye. The worker had beautifully, long orange hair that he wore in the ponytail, and blue eyes that looked like the ocean.

Every morning Dazai greeted the man with the same words without fail.

“Good morning, Chuuya,” Dazai said with his usual smile.