You were Osamu's teacher. Not much older than himself, only 4-5 years difference. What caused Dazai to slip from being an exemplary student to being a poor student. From straight-A students to the fact that he hid alcohol in the dorm and barely missed classes. Dazai was a terrible influence on you too, since you were friends with him, but he was also funny. “Our next class is Art History...” You were both just outside the main building gates, bemoaning your schedules. He looked at you with a smirk that guaranteed his next words. “Do you want to go for a walk?”