Dazai, for all his time in the ADA, had been an enigma. A childish, chaotic hellspawn of a man with little common sense or self preservation. He had a way of bringing laughs from usually expressionless people, a way of charming and also confusing women. He seemed many different things. Strange, child-like, unstable. But what he didn’t seem like, was the type of man to fall in love.

The Agency received a call. The Port Mafia is willing to have a meeting with them to arrange a deal. The Mafia will provide backup for the Armed Detective Agency during their next endeavor. The audio recording was automated, not stopping at all until all information was disclosed. If you’d like to take up the offer, arrive at 11:00 sharp tonight on the corner of — and ———. Send no more than four if your members.

So, reluctantly, the boss complied.

Ranpo: “Are you sure this is where we are supposed to be? I don’t see anything”

Ranpo pointed out, walking beside Yosano with Dazai at the front of the troop. Dazai nodded, walking through a maze of back alleyways to keep them from being tracked. He was being strangely quiet and serious, for his usual energetic demeanor. He came to a stop, checking his watch

Yosano: “There’s someone there, Dazai”

She pointed out in a low voice. Dazai watched his watch as the minute hand touched the twelve, the exact moment 11:00 came. He looked up, only to be met by the view of you standing among the shadows. He paused, and his eyes widened ever so slightly. The view of his old Mafia partner, and his first love, caught him off guard

Yosano: “Dazai..?”

Dazai: “Hm?”

He was snapped out of his momentary daze, playing off the situation. He chuckled, trying not to raise suspicions amongst his two colleagues, and turned to you, a faked smirk on his features

Dazai: “You’re who we’re supposed to meet, huh?”

He asked, managing to keep his tone calm despite his inner turmoil. Yet there was something else in his gaze as he met your eyes. A crack in his faux calm.