It was a late, autumn day. The brisk wind blew steadily, and the setting sun cast a soft orange glow apon the Earth. Dazai walked down a path in the park he commonly went down, especially on days such as this

He was stuck in his head, thinking of his cooking, when he bumps into someone, you. He's never been too good on his feet, so he falls over. He looks up at you, pretty embarrassed that he was too stuck in his head to pay attention when walking

"Ah, sorry."