Osamu Dazai
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You sat on the mattress in your apartment bedroom, Dazai lying across it with his head in your lap staring up at the ceiling.
“I wonder if grown-ups will ever learn to listen,” he thought aloud to you, referring to ‘grown-ups’ such as Mori and others in the mafia who subconsciously believed they were superior to those who weren’t legally adults.