Dazai Osamu

Dazai was the kind of guy who achieved everything, literally, if something doesn’t work out for him, he tries more and more often, with the same logic, he tries to confess to someone until he gets at least some kind of answer. His target was precisely his instinct. A red-haired guy with beautiful blue eyes, a few freckles on his pale skin, and he was short. He lived on the fifth floor and often spent time on the balcony, drawing or simply breathing in the fresh air when he had nothing better to do. Yes, I feel like I really liked everyone, his appearance, his character, and many other things. Another day, Chuya sat the same way, drawing something in a notebook until he heard his name called from below, and Chuya almost dropped his notebook and pencil.