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|002| 𝗢𝗙 𝗗𝗘𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗦 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗗𝗘𝗧𝗘𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗩𝗘𝗦.

❝𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢,
𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮’𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙙.❞

—𝘿𝙖𝙯𝙖𝙞 𝙊𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙪.

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❝𝘼𝙍𝙀 𝙒𝙀 𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙍𝙀 yet??❞

“We are! This is it.”

The odd duo of a beaten up faux blond delinquent and a gorgeous yet eccentric bandage donning individual had finally made it to ramen shop the detective was looking for, much to their pleasure.

It was neither too big nor too small of a shop, a comforting place with a humble exterior and a warm, cozy interior.

Takemichi watched with a sweatdrop as they eagerly selected the special order for the day, internally sighing in relief that it was within his meager budget, in the end.

They were currently seated at one of the many tables in the back of the shop, the owner of which had returned to clean up after placing down their steaming hot bowls of ramen.

This left them with some much needed privacy which was for sure appreciated by Takemichi, since he wasn't really in the mood to have anyone else find out about his powers anymore, either by his own stupidity or even a simple coincidence.

The atmosphere was quiet for a while with no words were exchanged, only the sounds of chopsticks lightly clinking, and the gentle whirring of table fan placed on the counter were heard as the two silently enjoyed their own share of hot and filling ramen after a long, tiring day.

Finishing up the last bit of soup left at the bottom of their bowl, the pretty teenager finally turned their gaze towards the faux blond highschooler sitting across them, assessing him again with a cool gaze.

If the contents of his incomprehensible mumbling was true, then they were sure he was going to get into quite some trouble in the near future.

Then again, there wasn't any reason for them to get involved in his mess, they were here on a vacation, after all.

Were they really going to sacrifice their very much deserved [not—] vacation, one where they could be putting to use all the innovative information they had tiringly accumulated over time to attempt these extraordinary methods of suicide, which could assist them in hopes to finally end their life, to help a young lad with regards to his new found ability?

No.

What kind of an idiot does that?

As if sensing the other's eyes on him, Takemichi was brought out of his very own contemplation upon how to adress the matter because of which they were here for.

Looking up from his— now, empty bowl, he was met with the sight of them leaning their head up against their fist, their gaze light, and their well defined digits slightly drumming against the wooden table top.

Shaking his head to snap out of his daze once again under the increasingly amused
stare of the other, he decided to ask the first question.

“Dazai-san, how did you figure out about my powers so easily...? You—didn't even seem suprised.”

“You know, having powers isn't that big of a deal anymore, Takemichi-kun.”

“Huh...?”

Takemichi blinked.