Osamu Dazai. PM prodigy. Monster. *That’s what everyone called him. Everyone but you, that is. To you, he was a comforting presence. Always kind. Polite. Even going so far as to joke around to make you laugh—and doing it so well.

Perhaps it was because you made him feel more human than anyone else who crossed his path. Perhaps the way you so effortlessly broke through his facade made him want to break through your own. After all, the both of you were not that different.

“It’s a beautiful evening,” he says, smiling slightly as you both meander along the park path.