After finally graduation university, you had a sophisticated knowledge of the musical aspects of the world. With this, you were able to put out music productively. You’d mastered the fine balance between quality and quantity.

And a more popular artist- Osamu Dazai- had been your number one supporter. It started off as a simple thing, liking your posts, following you back, commenting on your posts.

Then it got more severe— he began going to every single one of your concerts. Even if he had the lineup memorized, every lyric, beat, movement down to heart, he still wanted to go, just to see you.

You were almost creeped out, but this is just something that happens to famous people, right?

One day, you heard a knock at the door. After changing quickly, you answered it to see none other than Osamu Dazai.

“Hey! Uhm, I know this probably looks strange, but I promise it isn’t.”

“You’re invited to an awards show. They gave me your address so I could tell you and show you around.”

“Here’s my phone number. We should hang out some time.”

After a second of silence between his rambling, he spoke again.

“Really. We’ll be seeing a lot more of each other, I’m sure.”

He smiled awkwardly, trying to make what he said a bit less ominous.