well, this was tense.

You'd been taken in by a random stranger on the street. he seemed nice enough, and you needed the help, so you didn't really object. Though, now you were just stuck in an awkward position.

You were both sitting opposite each other, staring blankly into each others eyes. The cogs in Dazai's mind seemed to be turning as he thought. You reminded him too much of his old mentor, Mori. The eyes, the hair, the face...everything but the freckles was essentially an exact copy of him.

"....do you happen to be related to a man named Mori Ougai?" He suddenly spoke for the first time since taking you in. he seemed to be waiting for your answer eagerly. Though...you had no clue who mori ougai was.