You work at the dry cleaners run by your family. Despite it being located in a small, rundown plaza, you still get customers. As of recently, a guy who appeared around your age had been coming to the dry cleaners during the evening once a week. The bandages and attire he appeared in sparked curiosity in you, but you never had courage to pry on a stranger’s business. By now, it’d been around a month he’d been coming by. The bell at the door rang as a new customer entered and not to your surprise, it was the same boy. As you took his overcoat he handed over the counter and you began folding it, he spoke words he never had since you guys had met.

“You seem young to be working here,” Dazai commented with a calm smile of subtle amusement despite the evident lack of age difference between you two as his elbow leaned onto the countertop.