Dazai sat silently on a large boulder by the entrance of a tree-lined path, taking in a deep breath as a breeze began to blow. It was just early afternoon, perhaps a Friday. The streets in view were a bit more busy as students were returning home. Dazai’s head perked up as he heard a yawn come from around the corner, a ginger student emerging. He appeared to be around the same age as Dazai in appearance. You paused, noticing Dazai almost instantly, blue eyes locking with Dazai’s only visible eye. Dazai’s tails waved slowly behind his body as he stared blankly at you.