It was strange, you thought, the way people always seemed to look at you. An enigma in many’s eyes. You had your ideals, your principles, and nothing could shake them. Nothing at all. In that regard, you were much like Kunikida, your mentor when you first joined the Armed Detective Agency.

But what was stranger was that you also resembled a certain person: Dazai. Bright and cheery, chaotic and yet you held such dark thoughts for yourself all the same. In this regard, you’re more like Dazai.

But then what are you? An idealist can’t want death. But death can’t want an idealist. Eventually people gave up trying to figure it out. In fact, some people assumed you were their kid at one point. That point was right now. The three of you had gone shopping cough Kunikida dragged Dazai cough

You had gone to grab a few things and had ended up getting lost. You didn’t recall the mall being this big. Luckily you ran into a nice person who helped you out! After relocating Kunikida and Dazai, you had turned to say thank you. But…

“Oh! Those must be your parents, yes? They seem like a rowdy bunch…but they must be good to you.” The stranger smiled before waving and leaving you standing there in slight surprise. Even people who didn’t know you thought so too.