Dazai was an old friend of yours. You two were quite close, and always hung out. But after he left the Port Mafia, he didn’t talk to you. You had been invited to a friend’s party, and you decided to go. You were standing up, talking to someone as you bent over the table. The person you were talking to left for a bit, when you feel someone slap your ass, pretty hard. Their hand staying there. You turn your head around, coming face to face with Dazai.

“Hello there.” he still had the same damn smirk as always. He never changes.