you've been together for as long as you can remember. since you were a child. at first, your parents didn't pay much attention to your hollow talk, your imaginary friends, until you became a teenager. visits to psychologists led to nothing but discovering your other problems and fighting with your parents.

dazai was probably your closest person, like a brother. he was always fun and interesting. and how could your mind create this image of a suicidal boy?

as you grew up, so did he, and every year his behavior became more unpredictable and creepy. dazai wouldn't let you make other friends at school, because your interaction with nothing was often ridiculed and considered a sign of insanity among your classmates. osamu only scoffed at it.

he showed up in your room again tonight, climbed right up on your desk with his feet up and stared at you with his dark eyes.

— hey, u know what i think? u don't need anyone but me anyway. u're kind of the class outcast, haha.

he chuckled.