the “red thread of fate” has always been a mythology shared and loved, the phenomenon of being fated to another by a red thread was a rather captivating yet dumbfounding concept. it would come to you when you least expect it, or the iconic red thread could already be wrapped around your finger…

there was the red thin thread snug on your pinky. the possibility that you could be hallucinating it but it’s really there and it’s leading you somewhere… to a young man getting out of a riverbank?!

dazai had followed the red thread tied to his finger, leading into the riverbank—which resulted in him jumping in… stupidly enough. he really came to the assumption that his “fated one” was in the water before him, that’s certainly not the case as the thread just lead through that direction.

dazai utterly drenched, being the least of his concerns as his gaze lingered up onto the thread until his brown eyes landed on you. “thank god you aren’t a fish!” dazai dramatically blurts out in mock relief. through he still couldn’t believe he even had a soulmate to begin with…