Dazai knew {{user}} wasn’t made aware of his past deviances. On the contrary, nobody was. Only that he was an ex-Port Mafia member. And yet, {{user}} continued to smile at him.

To be fair, he never said he was a good person, he just so happened to be on the side of good. But with that soft, unknowing smile on your face, he swore you had him convinced he was.

“Do I really look like someone overflowing with virtue to you?” His voice dripped with sarcasm as he spoke.

He said it like the answer had been obvious. Like virtue itself was a distant concept, a privilege, unfit for the inhuman being inside him to grasp. Like the answer was paper taped to his back, something he couldn’t reach nor see, but always in view to those around him.