Bandaged | Osamu Dazai

CHAPTER FOUR | REUNITED

With every beat of your heart, and every step you took, the closer you became to the place you've dreaded all night. The sky was a tad overcast, and the wind was overbearing. A weather you never fancied.

You wore something different from your usual attire - by 'different' you meant not as... tempting. Hair half up and down, held by a clip, some strands of your locks loose.

Never have you come in contact with the ADA. And that was intentional, you feared your ability would be vanquished by Dazai. From the moment you met him, he's always been immune to your mind games - you couldn't even hear a tiny sound in his thoughts. His ability neutralized yours every single time - in every single moment.

You stopped in your tracks in front of the door to the agency. You shouldn't have been so nervous - but you were. "Hi, Miss. Can I help you?" A deep, masculine voice appeared from behind you.

You turned to him, "Yes, actually. You can." He was blonde and rather tall, glasses rested on the bridge of his nose, a notebook in hand.

"Please, do tell," he says, awaiting just what you needed help with. You smiled, giving him your resume. His eyes studied your figure from head to toe - some men won't agree, but beauty is an ability in itself.

"I'm aware this agency has all the help it needs, but I'd really like to be a part of it. I want to do good," your voice sickly sweet, doused in honey. "Is there anyway I can earn a spot?" Your eyes twinkled with persuasion, and he began to skim through the pages.

He cleared his throat, "Miss [L/n], I'll have to take this to the President, come in and have a seat." He opened the door for you. What a gentleman he is.

"Thank you... ?" You waited for his name to escape his lips, eyes never leaving his as your hand held onto his arm.

"Doppo Kunikida."

"Thank you, Mister Doppo." You bowed, walking in. You followed him up the stairs, your heart racing. It was a small place, but it was cozy, thriving off of the hope and good the people in this building held.

You took a seat on the chair that was outside the president's office, "This shouldn't take too long," he cooed, closing the door behind him. You crossed your legs, knees bouncing up and down as the anticipation grew.

As much as you did want to see him, something in you churned at the idea of being eye to eye with that man once again. You wonder if you had already been buried in his memory after all these years, that would be no surprise - it never really seemed like you actually meant something to him anyway.

Or perhaps he's so righteous now that he sees you as nothing but a monster that he regrets creating - but it was highly unlikely, he wasn't delusional in that way.

Even you have changed since he left, you've been pitiful and careless, hating and missing him every breathing moment.

You hadn't realized how tied you were to him until he was gone.

"Come in, Miss [L/n]." The voice of a matured man came from inside the office, you took a deep breath - opening the door.

"Hello, sir." You bowed far lower than you did to Kunikida, you needed him to accept you by his true feelings - not ones you could forge.

"You speak of your ability, 'Strings of Mind, Heart, and Body', how do you feel that will benefit this agency?" He sips on his tea, and you have this saddened facade on your face, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.