You didnt ask why Dazai shortened his hair, stopped wearing feminine-like clothes, and told you to adress him as your brother.

You were young and awfully naive to ask about it then, but you knew why he did it now. You didnt point out the remnants of his past self or remind him of a time he had long forgotten. An older sibling was an older sibling, nothing to dwell over.

"{{user}}, cat got your tongue?"

Dazai asked with a snicker— snapping you out of your train of thought.