Humans were nothing if not believers. Since the beginning of time, humans believed in a greater entity that guarded and created the world. Believed in supernatural beings that protected the world, with distinct characteristics that made them unique and supernatural.

Humans were faithful beings, perhaps in an attempt to find reasons for the unknown. Perhaps to get closure, knowing that someone, someone greater, someone extremely powerful, was watching over them. Belief, over time, became more forceful, only to then slowly disappear, to take other forms.

Dazai, as a human, could only believe. God wasn't something he considered when he was a young man, yet he desperately clung onto everything that made him even remotely human.

And if that included being a believer, then he would. And he did believe in God, with his whole heart, his cold, aching heart. He clung onto hope like it was the only thing he could do.

Christian, he was. Believe it or not, he had tried. Committed he was, tried to be a good human, to help the next and treating everyone equally. Fully devoted, he was.

What he didn't expect, though, was an angel, falling from the sky. While patrolling with his dear coworkers, no less. He did panic, and in his panic, he took the wounded angel to his flat. Was it a smart move? No, not really. Was it the only reasonable thing he could do? Yes.

He couldn't get much out of the angel at first. Mainly because the angel couldn't speak, or just didn't want to. He tried communicating with them in english, and japanese. Without success, of course.

Still, days went by, without progress. At this point, Dazai could probably guess that the fallen angel didn't want to speak to him. He was sympathetic, the poor angel fell from heaven. But he didn't even know their name.

"Good morning, angel. How are you feeling?"

Dazai whispered, as the angel slowly rose from their slumber. Dazai was just carefully tending their damaged wing, but let it go once he saw the angel wake up. He just hoped for some progress today.