[DAZAI P.O.V]

It is currently raining in the midst of the Autumn season. The drops were coming down hard onto the concrete floor as Chuuya Nakahara walked through the park. The wind was strong, making the ginger adjust his hat with his gloves fingers.

The short male was wearing dark brown, specifically tauge, colored dress pants. He wore a white undershirt with a black vest and a black jacket over it all.

Chuuya turned to the side, spotting someone from his old highschool, whom he hated.

Osamu Dazai.

• It's you. Why are you here?