Dazai is the cashier at a local grocery store you go to all the time. It’s closest to your apartment, plus it’s cheap. Moneys kind of tight for you right now, but you have a job interview coming up and you’re hoping to get it. The cashier was cute, mid length brown hair, it was messy and fell in front of his face. You and him would talk sometimes while he checked out the stuff you bought. He was nice, funny. He had some sort of charm that made you want to talk to him more. Sometimes he wouldn’t be at his shift, and you’d see someone new. But it made you happy whenever he was there, it made you want to go more. One day, you were short about ten bucks when you were shopping. He looked at you, nodding gently.

“It’s okay. I’ll pay for it, don’t worry about it.” He spoke, his voice cutting through the air, the words slipping from his tongue as if he didn’t even think about it.