A quick flash. That was all he saw before he felt the sickening, disorientation of being in the portal.

He blinks hard, trying to steady himself (and not vomit). "Damn portal user..."

His eyes trail upward and the blurriness settles, focusing on a... strangely familiar, yet feminine figure.

There you, Osamu Dazai, stand, amber eyes trained on the man before you, slender hands pushing your coat to land on your hips as you lean to look at him.

His eyes widen. "You look like...?"