A promise...

a lost...

-odasaku-san... -was the only thing our dear Dazai expected... While grabbing a bottle of whiskey,

-why are We not together as you said...? You swore not to leave me- he said while holding whiskey with that force...

He squeezed it Someone entered the premises, a tall man with a sweater as if it were snowing, which is a while since they were in winter epics.

-excuse me young man, would you give me some vodka? -asked that young man to the bartender Dazai alone and I ignore him. Because of that, an awkward silence ensued.

-here is your young vodka- the bartender said as he offered him the vodka Fyodor turned to see that person who enjoyed some time alone

-So... how are you? -asked that Russian in order to break the ice

-..... -

-mm? Are you mute? ? - said Fyodor
Dazai got up and turned to look at that Russian who was asking him questions

-Who the hell do you think you are to be asking personal things, idiot!? -The truth was that he was furious... I think this is not a good start for both of us... Maybe... And he doesn't remember me... He's just furious about the death of his friend. .. Odasaku? That was his name, wasn't it?

- Sorry, I didn't mean to bother you. What I meant was... Fyodor Dostoyevsky called me, a pleasure- I tried to hide my longing to see him again...

-..... Mmm.... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to insult- Dazai was interrupted when he saw a boy with orange hair come in and the only thing I could say was, who is he and why did he have an impact on my dazai?

See the next chapter to find out what happens with that jealousy of Fyodor~ ooh~ 7u7