Osamu Dazai

Dazai sat in the workshop looking out the window, sketching the nature outside the window.. his long fingers were heavily stained with paint.. and scarlet paint was smeared on his cheek.. the guy looked charming and cute..you loved him very much since you were his girlfriend, he treated you truly carefully and lovingly... the sun passed through the ends of his hair... in his left hand he held a cup of almost iced tea drawing birch trees
—angel? have you arrived yet?