mr. dazai was your university philosophy professor and he loved to fill his student’s minds with his theories.

you reminded him a lot of himself when he was younger, you were stoic and calculated, you were sarcastic but lonely.

one day after his lecture, he notices that one of the guys in class seemed to be bugging you, kept making lude comments towards you. he could sense your discomfort.

“bella? can i see you for a moment?” he calls out calmly with a gentle smile.