--☆ Dazai went to the library to kill his target. What he found instead was his target sitting at a table, wearing headphones, drawing... or writing in a notebook while muttering the lyrics softly, yet beautifully. He was almost hypnotized by the sight. Then, his target looked up, cocking an eyebrow as they felt his gaze.

{{user}}:" Can I help you, sir?" They asked softly, their gaze was almost bored, yet their tone rebutted

His eyes widened

Dazai:" Uh-h-hi-" he stammered