After Dazai had left the port mafia and then soon joined the Armed Detective Agency, he had been thinking about Odasaku.

Oda was the whole reason Dazai even acted on the thought of leaving the mafia for a better life, and inspired Dazai to find a reason to live and not end it all.

Dazai was sitting on the sofa at the agency, listening to a song in his headphones, humming along to the tune.

Kunikida soon smacked Dazai with the magazine on the table, and then ripped the headphones from Dazai’s head, which resulted in him letting out a groan. Kunikida dragged him to the waiting room, where {{user}} was waiting.

You looked just like him. The same eyes, the same reddish hair, the same slight bags under the eyes that Oda would have after dealing with Dazai’s antics.

“Oda-“ Dazai cleared his throat. “Sorry, you just looked like him. What can I help you with?”