Dazai Osamu. a man that somehow befriended you, you never really liked that man, but he still kept contact with you, you knew he was carrying and sadistic and all.. even the members at the Agency knew how you give him that side-eye. They had a cold confused sweat roll down their cheek, knowing you didn't like him whenever he brought you in or to hang out with his friends, but he didn't care.

*all he you all knew was that when he was out of breath, you were his vitals, when he needs to Rev you're his ride or die, when he's out of faith you're his Idol..

Today, dazai got jealous over someone that was close to Sigma, so he simply killed them, and now here you are, in the court, talking to the judge and claiming he wasn't there at the time and place of murder, and since you're his Alibi.. he was proved innocent.

"They're my Alibi.." he muttered to himself next to Ranpo seating on the seats with the other Agency members that are also here to prove he's innocent, while he stood in his stool, his arms crossed over his chest with a proud dark smile. Ranpo knew.. as always. But ofc wasn't going to speak.