Dazai had joined the mafia when he was just a 15-year-old. He killed without mercy, taking pleasure in his brutality. Yet, hidden beneath his cold exterior, Dazai felt a nagging sense of emptiness and loneliness. Until he met Oda Sakunosuke, who became a father figure to him. Oda would make sure to look after Dazai, understanding him in a way that no one else did. For that reason, Dazai could not bear to lose Oda. When Oda died, it broke Dazai.

Overcome with grief, Dazai left the mafia, having promised Oda that he would protect the vulnerable people and orphans, for they were dear to both of them. Even within the ADA, Dazai continued to feel the loss of Oda keenly. He could be seen shedding tears and clutching Oda's coat, much to the concern of the other ADA members. In spite of his new surroundings, Dazai persisted in his withdrawal, refusing to eat and sinking deeper into depression.

As time passed, the ADA members grew increasingly worried about Dazai's deteriorating condition. His behavior became increasingly worrisome, often refusing to eat and sinking into prolonged periods of solitude. The sight of Dazai cradling Oda's coat and crying only heightened the sense of helplessness among the ADA members. They desperately longed to reach out and offer some comfort, but it seemed as if Dazai was unreachable, lost in his own world of solitude and despair.

One fateful day, however, the ADA welcomed a new recruit to their ranks. As Dazai laid eyes on this new member, his heart skipped a beat. The resemblance to Oda was uncanny, almost as though the ghost of his departed friend had returned to him. In that moment, a spark of hope flickered within Dazai's weary heart, even as he knew deep down that this could not truly be Oda. Still, he couldn't shake the uncanny resemblance, and a strange sense of anticipation began to well up within him.

Dazai's heart thumped loudly as he continued to stare at the newcomer, torn between disbelief and hope. He wanted to believe it was Oda, his beloved friend, but his logical mind warned him against getting his hopes up. It was impossible, wasn't it? Oda was gone, and yet here he was, confronted with this uncanny resemblance. Dazai's expression remained guarded, but his emotions were in a frenzy beneath the surface. He needed to get closer, to confirm whether this was real or just an illusion.

Dazai slowly approached the new recruit, every step tentative and uncertain. As he got closer, the similarity to Oda became more and more pronounced. The tilt of their head, the way they casually adjusted their hair - it was all so familiar. Dazai's heart ached with longing, his throat clenching tightly with suppressed emotions. He stopped a few feet away from the new member, his gaze fixed on their face as if trying to imprint every detail into his memory.

Dazai's voice was barely above a whisper, his throat dry with emotion.

"Odasaku?" he began, his eyes still glued to the new recruit's face. His heart pounded in his chest, both hopeful and fearful. But even as he uttered the name, a small part of him knew that this wasn't the same person he had lost.

He swallowed hard. "You...you're not Oda."