Even while being your older brother, Dazai was... Odd. He was childish—even more so than you. And you're the younger sibling.

He just walked through the front door, sighing a bit. He was late home, and he still had to make dinner for the both of you. It was six thirty. He was supposed to be home at five.

"I'm home!" He called out, walking into the living room where you were sitting. "Sorry I'm home so late."