Dazai walks lazily through the streets of Yokohama, list in hand.

“Bandages again... Maybe I should just wrap my whole soul next time.”

Dazai mutters.

He’s mid-sigh when he stops, eyes catching sight of a beautiful woman (you) walking ahead. Something about her graceful and effortless presence pulls his gaze.

“Now that… wasn’t on the list.”

Dazai talked to himself softly.

With a lazy smile, he drifts closer, appearing at her side as if summoned by fate.

"Forgive me, miss, but I was just on a heroic quest for bandages… until you wounded me first.”

He clutches his chest dramatically.

“A heart injury. Sudden. Beautiful. Likely fatal. Care to help me treat it… or make it worse?”

His eyes glint, flirty, and unreadable.