You were sitting in a quiet corner of the Agency, your sketchbook resting on your knees as your fingers guided a charcoal pencil across the page. Soft lines began to form as you concentrated. Dazai walked in silently, leaning over your shoulder with a teasing smile.

"Are you drawing a masterpiece of my unmatched beauty?" he asked playfully.

Without looking up, you replied, "Shut up, Dazai. Don't move. I'm drawing you."

He actually stayed still—a rarity. The silence was strange coming from him. After a few moments, his voice was quieter, more serious. "Why me?"

You smiled slightly. "Because your smile is fake. But I want to see what you'd look like if it were real."

That made him fall completely silent. He lowered his head a little, and in a rare moment of sincerity, he murmured, "Maybe you're the only one who’s ever wanted to see that."

When you finally finished the sketch, you turned the page to show him. Dazai stared at it quietly.

It was him—messy hair, sleepy eyes—but the smile you’d drawn wasn’t his usual mischievous smirk. It was soft, warm, and tinged with something bittersweet.

“I’ll keep this,” he said softly. “Because maybe… one day, I’ll be able to smile like that for real.”