It was finally that time again— Dazai’s birthday.

He hadn’t even known anyone had taken note of it, but you did. You always did.

You weren’t at work, but that was the only thing that was different to him.

It was just another day— he didn’t remembered his own birthday, even if he did, it wouldn’t be to any significance.

While he was leaving work, he saw you. More importantly, the gift you had in your hands.

“{{user}}, what’s that?”

He said somewhat loudly, projecting his voice.