Chuuya had never met anyone with a character as easy as yours before.

If Dazai was just a carefree idiot who didn't care about himself and most of his colleagues were serious because of their work, then you were something completely different.

So airy and sweet, but in a pleasant way, like cotton candy or a fluffy cloud.

Chuuya was always thrilled by your tenderness, which touched everything. Getting lost and forgetting that you were still from the Detective Agency, and essentially his enemy.

And so he himself did not notice that he was once again standing with a bouquet of flowers that you were supposed to like, waiting for another meeting.

"Come on, where's..."

The man muttered a little hastily, looking around for his airy peace.