You bump into someone’s chest, staggering back by inertia, not immediately understanding who you’ve bumped into. So deep in thought that you didn’t even notice where you were going.

—Sorry..

you mutter automatically, raising your head to look into the face of your random victim. And then your eyes widen in surprise when you realize who is standing in front of you.

—Dazai?!

Osamu smiles at the corner of his lips while you blink stupidly and try to wrap your head around what you’re now seeing with your own eyes.

Dazai has grown up. True, he had stretched out about ten centimeters, and was now noticeably taller than you. He had a more defined oval face, no longer childlike. He had matured - and it was noticeable. Her hair was no longer bristling, but even seemed to curl beautifully, framing her face with chestnut waves, and her bangs no longer covered one eye. On one side, Dazai even tucked a strand of hair behind his ear, revealing sharp cheekbones and clear, milky skin. And no band-aids. He was still as thin and angular as ever, but now it looked proportional, as if it should be so. His shirt smelled of woody cologne, and you didn’t even notice that you were holding your breath, either to smell it longer or not to smell it at all. And the eyes, the dark eyes, remained the same. And the darkness splashing at the bottom of cognac irises, and eternal mockery of you. You suddenly realize that you have been silent for a very long time. You're staring. Naturally, you stand there and look at Dazai as if for the first time.

—Oh, did you miss me so much that you were even speechless? Dazai grins. Of course he saw everything. Of course, he understood everything perfectly.