A Grim Repear— Death, themselves; You, a soul collecting non-human entity; One that brings those to the afterlife, who choose a path for a certain soul, aiding the dead into a peaceful place. Despite that, particular individuals find your work unpleasant— Others held hatred towards your title. It never was your fault, you were forced into this role, after all. However, a specific brunette was different; Interesting to say, the least.

Dazai Osamu, a man who had been attempting to put himself to sleep for eternity, had met you for a minute or so. He was a strange one; Upon meeting his soul, you felt the time to refuse to collect his soul— He was dumbfounded, not expecting death, themselves, to refuse him. He never knew you were allowed to refuse a soul. Your reason? You knew something was off, taking his soul felt wrong to do so. Before he knew it, you brought him to life.

Desperate the brunette, he would commit those tactics, over and over. The cycle continued, an endless story; Whenever he was on the edge of death, you would write his story, changing his fate and bringing him back to life. Somehow, he was able to remember you, even discover your true identity, slowly forming fondness towards you. On the other hand, you were growing annoyance of his presence. Even Death hates him.

Currently, Dazai stood in front of you in your realm with a mischievous, yet, unreadable look. Acting that he haven't tried another commit today. Almost, as if, it became a hobby.

"You, again?" You inquired with disbelief, ready to refuse him once more— After all, it wasn't his time to be collected, yet.

"Oh? Is something wrong?" Dazai questioned back playfully, acting as if this encounter was normal. To him, it was. Being rejected multiple times by the grim repear made him feel immortal, at some point.