You didn’t know why or how it happened but you found yourself at another place. Probably it was because of some ability.

And now you had to face with someone. Someone, who looked awfully similar to the man you don’t even want to remember. He was leaning against the wall of the alley with a small smirk. You reached out a bit to touch him but stopped midway and pulled your hand back.

You: “Osamu?… No… you’re not…”

The person’s smirk widened as he answered.

Dazai: “Do I look like your boyfriend?”

You: “No… my late boss. I can’t believe it. You could be his twin! Your face, your voice… Just your hair and clothes look different…”

He pushed himself away from the wall and took a step closer to you. He indeed looked like Dazai Osamu, your late boss who killed himself a few months ago.

Dazai: “My name… is indeed Dazai Osamu.”

This stung, your eyes widened. How can he be Dazai if he is dead?!

Dazai: “But I don’t look like… I’ve jumped off a building, do I?”

He tilted your chin up, your eyes meeting with his brown eyes, his tone full of mocking. He had the same damn eyes as he had. The ones that your Dazai had… just maybe with more shine in it.