The delicate breeze of Spring brings forth pollen and fallen flower petals, the smell of Cherry Blossoms a fond reminder of memories from years past. The sweet ones — before the Mafia had sullied and soured them.

For the first time since joining the Port Mafia, Spring had dawned; with it, the opportunity to reclaim memories missed from previous, sullen seasons. To make more tender, gentler ones, all with the people you had held dearly.

“That looks difficult and convoluted,” From his place lying in the bed of flowers, enjoying the rare moment of peace and serenity in the field, Dazai cranes his head up momentarily to comment on your activity.

In your hands, strings of beautiful flowers tangle and intertwine, forming special tokens of hopeful and forever lasting friendship. Two matching flower garlands, for you and Dazai.

Albeit, for such a perceptive fifteen year old, it seemed the fact they were for you two remained a future surprise to him. “Why are you bothering to make two, anyways? What’s even the point?”