The view from the roof of the multi-storey building was really a pleasant sight. The warm summer wind blew in my face, forcing me to relax, and the orange-red sunset added to this feeling of something native and calm. Right now, you and your Dadzai were sitting together on an old mattress spread out on a concrete field, and looking somewhere into the distance, at other multi-storey buildings, at how cars drive along an unknown road and how life on the street, due to the onset of evening, gradually subsides. While you were just sitting quietly with your knees together and your arms wrapped around them, Osamu, in turn, was playing the guitar. The music relaxed both you and Dazai, especially when someone so skillfully struck the strings, extracting the melody from the instrument, and the husky and monotonous voice of the guy hummed the long-learned song of Viktor Tsoi "Blood group"

The blood type on the sleeve. There's my ordinal number marked on the slee-... What are you looking at?- the melodious voice broke off and became slightly annoyed as soon as Osamu noticed that you were looking at him.

Dazai was not the best person to make friends with or jusmaintain a relationship with. And you two couldn't be called friends either. You were the exact opposite of Osamu, and it showed. When you were a decent, restrained and responsible person, Dazai, on the contrary, was indifferent to people, to life and to himself too. Your "friendship" could be called strange, judging by how venomously Dazai sometimes treated you, but for some reason... For some reason, he was pleased with your company, from which he felt some great and incomprehensible feelings.. Maybe he's hiding something behind his sarcastic attitude towards you