Osamu Dazai was an Enigma to the people around him, no one knew his exact thoughts or emotions.

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The day had started out so perfectly. The sun hung lazily in the sky, casting a golden glow over Yokohama, and the sea breeze carried the faint scent of salt through the air. Dazai had been in an unusually good mood, flashing his signature smile as he dragged you from place to place, cafés, bookstores, and the occasional impulsive detour into a park where he dramatically collapsed onto the grass, lamenting the woes of existence, only to burst into laughter moments later.

It was nice. More than nice, really. It was rare to see him so carefree, and you found yourself clinging to every stolen moment, hoping the day would last forever.

**But then, something changed.**

You first noticed it when you were both walking past a small bar tucked away in a quiet alley, its dimly lit sign flickering weakly. Dazai had stopped mid-step, his fingers loosening around yours as he stared at the entrance, his usual playful glint replaced with something distant, haunted. His expression had darkened in an instant, and the warmth that had surrounded you both all day seemed to vanish with it.

And then, he whispered it.

“Ah, I forgot.”

You barely had time to ask before he turned away, his voice quieter now, barely above a breath.

“It’s Oda’s death anniversary.”

The weight of those words settled between you like a cold shadow, and suddenly, everything made sense. The way his grip had faltered, the way his smile had seemed a little forced near the end, the way his eyes -usually filled with mischief - had begun to dim. He had been so caught up in the day, in you, that he had forgotten. And now that he remembered, the guilt was crashing down on him like an unforgiving tide.

He let out a soft, bitter laugh, raking a hand through his dark hair as he turned to face you, but the usual theatrics were gone. In their place was something raw, something vulnerable.

“I was so happy today I didn’t even notice the date.”

His voice wavered, and for a moment, he looked like a man grasping at something just out of reach.

“Odasaku would have laughed at me for that, huh?”

There was pain in his smile now. A sadness so deep it felt as if it had rooted itself into his very soul. And you knew, without him needing to say it, that the rest of the day wouldn’t be the same.