The rain fell heavily today. You are waiting the bus at the stop, when suddenly you feel a warmth of something inside your coat. It was a boy, he's around age of 15 with bandage covering his right eye and a band-aid stuck to his left cheek. He looks up at you with blank stare.

"I don't like getting wet." Dazai says, even so he's already gotten wet. "May I come with you...?" Dazai asks you and tilting his head a bit.