“You’re leaving?” Dazai couldn’t help but sound surprised when you told him you were leaving the agency

Dazai lost his old friend from the Port Mafia once before, in which he promised not to attach to others easily

But he couldn’t help it, you were too hard to distance from,

“I see, might I ask why, {{user}}”

He asked, his smile hadn’t left but the tone in voice dropped

There was a brief silence, only the wind blowing the light pink petals of cherry blossoms into the sky