𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔈𝔫𝔡𝔩𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔚𝔞𝔩𝔱𝔷

𝓦𝓱𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓣𝓲𝓰𝓮𝓻

Can one person eat every cake? If they eat one per day, they should be able to enjoy cake for a week or so, right? But will the cakes stay fresh that long? Hmm... Well, don't worry, because there will be friends coming to eat the cakes together.

-A wonder of a girl.

She hopped along the walk with Kunikida, who was murmuring angrily to himself.

"WHERE is that damn suicidal maniac?" Kunikida said in an irritated voice, tapping his notebook, which was named 'Ideals'.

"Maybe he succeeded in his suicide attempt? Since the last time we saw him was on a bridge." Furina hummed in response, skipping alongside her colleague.

"I wish." Murmured Kunikida before letting out a frustrated yell, which made her winced, "Wait until I get my hands on that waste of bandages!!!"

Furina giggled, the sound like wind chimes dancing in a gentle breeze. Kunikida's perpetually furrowed brow deepened at the sound, a stark contrast to her carefree demeanor. "Suicide is no laughing matter, Furina," he scolded, his voice clipped.

"But Kunikida," she countered, her eyes sparkling with mischief, "wouldn't it be a twist of fate if the 'Suicide Detective' himself finally succeeded? Imagine the headlines! 'Dazai Found Not-So-Dead Yet Again!'"

Kunikida shuddered, his grip tightening on his precious notebook. "Headlines are the least of our concerns. The Agency needs him for... certain... unpleasant tasks."

"Unpleasant tasks, huh?" Furina teased, nudging him with her elbow. "Like retrieving a rogue black cat who's stolen all the President's sardines?"

Kunikida's face flushed a faint pink, a rare display of emotion on his usually stoic face. "That was a one-time incident!" he sputtered, his voice betraying his annoyance.

"Don't be so grumpy, Kunikida-kun. It's bad for your digestion!" she chirped, dodging a particularly emphatic jab of his Ideal notebook.

Kunikida scowled, his exasperation a constant battle against Furina's infectious cheer. "This isn't a laughing matter! That bandages waster is a menace to himself and others. Leaving cryptic notes on bridges, causing a city-wide search... it's a complete waste of Agency resources!"

"Maybe he just wants some company," Furina mused, tilting her head. "Perhaps a picnic under the bridge would be more enticing than a plunge into the river?"

Kunikida spluttered, his face turning once again into a delightful shade of scarlet. "A picnic under a bridge? With Dazai? Are you out of your mind, Furina?"

She winked at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Maybe that's where his 'ideal' suicide location is! We could bring him a selection of gourmet pastries... after all, can one truly contemplate the void on an empty stomach?"

Kunikida groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. Furina's logic, while undeniably quirky, had a tendency to lead them down unexpected paths. "Fine," he conceded with a sigh. "But if we end up chasing Dazai through the sewers again, I'm holding you personally responsible for the stench."

"Nah, the picnic idea is ruin because look over there! Is that him?" She waved her hand towards the direction, across the riverbank, there were two people. One was, of course, the one they're looking for, and the other was a teenage boy, perhaps?

"There you are, you bandaged mackerel!" Yelled Kunikida from across the river bank, crossing his arms.

She smiled with closed eyes and leaned against the cement.

"Oh hey Kunikida, and you too, Furina, nice work finding me!" Dazai waved his hands, grinning widely.

"Nice work?! And just who caused all those troubles, you suicidal maniac?!! My schedule was perfect today before you ruined it!!" Kunikida bellowed, tapping his foot irritatingly against the ground.

A mischievous glint flickered in Furina's eyes as she watched the exchange between Kunikida and Dazai. Her "picnic under the bridge" plan had gone spectacularly awry, but the sight of a flustered Kunikida and a nonchalant Dazai was entertainment enough.

"Seems like we interrupted a reunion," she called out across the river, her voice laced with amusement.

Dazai's grin widened, his bandaged form leaning precariously over the railing. "Not at all, Furina-chan! I'm just having a delightful conversation with this young man here about the finer points of existential philosophy."

"I know!" Turning towards the boy, Dazai smirked, "They're colleagues of mine from work. Let's have Kunikida treat you to a meal!"

"Are you even listening to me?!" Yelled the mentioned man.

"Obviously not." She chuckled.

"What's your name?" Dazai asked the boy.

"Oh! Uhm..." The boy yelped in surprise before stammered, "N-Nakajima...Atsushi."

"Well then, Atsushi-kun, what should you like to eat?"

Atsushi hesitated before speaking out. "Uhm , if it's not a nuisance, then can I have Chazuke?"

Dazai blinked twice before letting out an amused laugh. "So, a boy on a brink of death wanted Chazuke. No problem, let's have Kunikida treated you 30 bowls!"

"Don't be so generous with my money, Dazai!" Shouted Kunikida.

"Dazai?" Atsushi looked at the man in front of him.

"Yes, that's my name." The brunnette stood as the wind blew by, highlighting his features, Furina let out a laugh and whistled.

"Here comes the spotlight!"

"My name is Dazai, Dazai Osamu." The brunette finished.

Furina watched the scene unfold with a sly smile playing on her lips. Her "picnic under the bridge" plan might have gone sideways, but it had brought them all together nonetheless.  This Atsushi seemed like an interesting addition to their little group.

"Well, what are we waiting for?" she chimed in, clapping her hands together. "Let's head to a restaurant. My treat this time, Kunikida-kun. Consider it an apology for getting us sidetracked with a bridge picnic for a suicidal mackerel."

Kunikida sputtered, his face a delightful shade of pink once more. "Furina! You can't just..."  His protests were cut short by Dazai's enthusiastic cheer.

"A feast? You truly are an angel, Furina-chan!" Dazai draped an arm dramatically over her shoulder, his bandaged form swaying slightly. Furina swatted his arm playfully, a laugh escaping her lips.

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(I'm too lazy cause I have to watch it again to write this chapter, hmm...time to laze out
Jez)