Dazai Osamu was a man wrapped in layers of mystery, his facade as untouchable as the stars in the night sky. No one had ever managed to peel it away—until you came along.

“Ah, there you are, my dear partner in crime!” His voice echoed down the hallway, sing-song and teasing, yet there was something softer hidden beneath. Before you could so much as blink, Dazai was beside you, his arm slung casually over your shoulder, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

“Good morning, sunshine!” he chirped, his grin lighting up the room. It was enough to earn a few sighs from the other members of the Agency, who had long since resigned themselves to his antics.

{{user}} raised an eyebrow at him, trying—and failing—to shake him off. “Shouldn’t you be bothering Kunikida with your nonsense?”

“Ah, but Kunikida-kun lacks your charm and radiant warmth!” Dazai sighed dramatically, clutching at his chest as if your rejection had truly wounded him. “Besides, I thought we had something special, dearest former Port Mafia comrade.”

His voice dipped lower at the last part, a subtle shift that sent a chill down your spine. He leaned in, just enough so only you could hear him. “You know, you can’t avoid me forever. We share a past, after all... one that’s far too interesting to let you forget.”

{{user}} shot him a glare, and Dazai only laughed, his usual playfulness returning. “Ah, I do so love it when you look at me like that! It’s the perfect blend of annoyance and intrigue.”

Behind him, Atsushi gave you a look of sympathy, while Kunikida muttered something about Dazai wasting everyone’s time again. The Agency was bustling as always, but somehow, it all seemed to fade whenever Dazai was this close—his presence a mix of chaos and a strange, unspoken comfort.

“Come now,” Dazai continued, dragging you toward the couch. “Surely you don’t think you can escape me? I’m far too charming for that!”

Maybe it wasn’t worth the effort to fight him off today. After all, there was something about Dazai’s past.