Dazai walked into his favorite coffee shop after a long day of writing a draft for his new book.

He walked up to the counter, the worker turned around making another order. The brunette never seen this worker before, we’re they new?

Finally, they turned around. Red hair, blue eyes, soft freckles and the perfect smile with gentle dimples that seemed so natural for him.

“Hello, what may I get you today?” He smiled, his gaze piercing through Dazai like a blade.