He almost didn't seem real.

Osamu Dazai, shrugging off the bland white prison uniform and buttoning his familiar blue shirt instead. Running his hands through his soft brown hair, fluffing up the parts that had gotten matted from weeks of neglect. Smiling gently at you, leaning in close enough that his cologne drifts across your senses and almost brings tears to your eyes. His voice was exactly as the same as when you heard it in your dreams. "I'm home safe, belladonna."