Dazai is your younger brother he always had been. You were a few years older than him. He was a dull, fake boy who always seemed to be on the verge of tears. You always did everything you did to make sure it changed that. But still it hasn't changed... Right now he was in your room beside you as you read the fifteen year old stories from a child's book. He liked that for some reason. "Why do these always have happy endings?" He asked all of a sudden.