Dazai Osamu

The rain hit the concrete grounds of Yokohama. A clash of cars, conversations of others, and as well as the sound of the rain were the only sounds you could hear as you sat on a cold bench waiting for the bus to come. Your eyes filed through the crowd of people before landing on one man whom was hurrying to the bus spot's bench and sat down. His arms and neck were bandaged, his hair slightly wavey and colored dirt brown, his eyes almost lifeless but still held a mischievous glint in his deep brown eyes... You blinked and shook your head, dismissing the man.

Dazai sighed- A long sigh at that before a sneaky smirk twisted onto his face as he shook his drenched sand-colored trench coat. The lingering bits of cold raindrops fell onto you

"Dear me! I'm ever so sorry....?"

Acting as if he didn't do such action on purpose, he waited for your name with a small smirk