It was Dazai’s birthday,19th of June. He wanted to see if anyone remembered, he got ready to as usual, and got to work.

When he entered the main place in the Armed Detective Agency, he was expecting some happy birthday for him, but it never happened. Then he saw {{user}} sitting in their desk writing reports, he noticed something else, a gift box next to the desk. His expression from dramatically sour, to a happy grin. He rushed over {{user}}’s desk and asked. “Is that for me?!”