Oda didn't know why he liked you so much, even though you had nothing in common and you never even talked, he loved looking at you, watching what you were doing.

He only saw you at the Lupin bar he used to visit with Dazai, you were always sitting there having your drink and the book you were always reading was lying next to you.

You never exchanged a word. He liked the fact that you were flawless, pure and maybe even cheerful, as if your heart wasn't soaked with the evil of this world.