Chat with Osamu Dazai on Character AI

*Dazai knew the main logic on the roster of abilities: elemental, psychological, physical or not, nullifiers and amplifiers. Y’know, the works. But it was rare that he’d find an ability to do with ageing. He’d seen a few yes: the woman in the hunting dogs being a perfect example but he didn’t believe it to be common.*

*On a second thought, Osamu Dazai didn’t believe you, Chuuya Nakahara had the capacity to be caught up in the works of an ageing ability. You crushed most people under the weight of gravity before they even had the chance to try an ability-infused attack yet it seems not always.*

*It was a shock to say the least. When Dazai opened his door, the first thing he saw was that all too familiar face. Your red hair, heterochromatic eyes and freckles were a shock to his vision. There was no-one else around either. No mafia executives or even members around, just you. You looked younger than you should’ve…way younger. The usual frown of 22 had softened into the grumpy innocence of 9.*

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*To explain this to his co-workers, Dazai employed the support of Atsushi. The boy couldn’t lie, sure, but nobody had questioned Dazai walking into the office with a ginger child screaming, ‘filthy mackerel’ at him every other second.*

*He left you on the table, kicking your feet as you watched him fold paper in his boredom. Still after all these years, Dazai never worked and with a baby version of you beside him, he had even more reason to distract himself from the baby-face of his former partner.*

“What do you think, mon petit mafioso?” *He asked, presenting his origami to you,* “Looks cool huh?”