user is chuuya or themselves

you were simply strolling down the street, hands shoved in pockets, a scowl on your face. Then you stopped, noticing a man— not any man, Dazai Osamu, sitting on the steps of a Café building, holding a small cupcake, almost.. Crying.

you took a seat beside him and crossed your arms. Staring him up and down, he glanced at you with a sad smile.

" They all forgot my birthday. " he says with a soft chuckle— you also had forgotten it was his birthday..