3:12 am | Dazai Osamu

03. sad pretty eyes, that capture me

Sun is always merciless at me for some reason. Whenever I come outside, I always have a feeling that sun is exposing me a little too much. As if it could tell the whole world, that a wanted criminal, Dazai Osamu, is standing right here, on a crowded street, alone, with just 2 guns and a knife. Indeed, if someone shared that information, I could have become an easy game...but not too easy.

I was waiting for the girl I met yesterday. I just need to get my jacket back and then, perhaps, I could have a walk with her before leaving. After all, I didn't want to start a long-lasting friendship with a civilian. Last thing I needed in my life is worrying about mafia, finding a friend of mine who is just a normal girl. I may have been a demon prodigy of the mafia, but I didn't want to ruin her life just by seeing her.

I was standing near the cafe, where we were drinking sake yesterday, thinking about the look she gave me before leaving. For some reason, even if her appearance was pretty and attractive, her eyes were always showing the most terrifying pain in this whole universe. As if thousands of screams, cries, gunshots, exploding of the bombs and last breaths found their reflection in the small (e/c) eyes, burdening them with showing all that to others. Beauty and pain collided in one person...

"Hello, Dazai." I suddenly heard someone say as I felt a light tap on my shoulder

I turned around just to see the exact pretty, but sad eyes, I was thinking about.

Today, she was wearing just an ordinary red t-shirt and black skirt with the same converse trainers, but she had my coat wrapped around her shoulders as if she hasn't taken it off since last night.

"Oh, good morning~" I replied "Still wearing my coat, huh?"

"Yeah." She nodded, taking it off and handing it to me "Thank you for giving it to me again...it really kept me warm yesterday."

For a split second, I thought, that she wasn't talking about physical warmth, but I quickly hid this thought in the back of my mind.

"You're welcome~" I said

Silence parted us from each other, creating an invisible wall of awkwardness.

I had no idea if I should have said goodbye to her and go back to the mafia headquarters or suggest her to spend some time together again. For the first time, I was confused as to how I was supposed to act. I had communicated with a lot of women before...but they were either assassins or prostitutes though. Other than that, I never had such a situation with a teenage girl, who wasn't involved in the mafia business.

This was also the first time, when I felt normal.

"You don't have to spend a day with me today." (Y/N) suddenly said, breaking the silence "You've already wasted time on me yesterday... I don't want to take too much of your time."

"What?" I blinked like a fool at first, still being half-buried in my own thoughts "Oh, but I enjoyed your company yesterday!"

"Even though I'm not the best person to hold a conversation with?" She asked me, unsurely

"You're a perfect partner for a conversation~" I assured her "You remind me of one writer you know?"

Suddenly, I felt as if I was hit in the back of my head as I realized that this might have sounded weird.

"Oh sorry, that must have sounded strangely!" I quickly said, before mumbling to myself "I feel stupid..."

"And contagious~" She added, smiling softly at me

"What?"

I looked at her with slightly widened eyes as if she said something incredibly simple, that only I didn't understand.