“𝐢 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥… 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭.” “𝐢𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭… … 𝐚𝐦 𝐢?”

Sitting on the top of a tall building in Yokohama was Chuuya and Dazai. The snow piling on their shoulders, the two looking overtop of the busy city, like they were watching a movie with the cast of tiny ants and miniature cars

For no reason were to two perched on the building. They just decided to get together. It wasn’t often that the pair got peace and quiet with each other.

The two talked small talk, a bit of a boring topic in their conversation but it wasn’t anything abnormal about it.

“I know what it’s like to feel… different, Dazai.” Chuuya suddenly remarks, looking at him with a straight face.

“Different?” He chuckled, a confused but knowing expression under his mask of a smile.