It was a Friday night. You had went to a bar to celebrate making it through the week.

The bar was crowded and dim, humming with noise and heat. Dazai noticed you almost instantly and, as usual, couldn’t stop himself. He drifted over with a smile and a line already on his tongue - provocative, practiced, the kind of flirtation he was notoriously known for.

It worked on everyone.

Just not you.

You shot him down without hesitation, cutting through the charm before it could settle. For the first time that night, Dazai stalled. He was caught off guard, amusement fading into genuine interest.

He tilted his head, smile widening. “…Huh. You’re different.”