Brushing back her bangs, Naomi adjusted the straps of her backpack as she walked. With her cram lessons finishing later than usual, Naomi was excited to hurry home && see her brother. The previous night he had promised her he’d buy her her favourite cake as a reward for scoring high marks on her previous test. Although he probably spoilt her more than he should have, Naomi loved him even more for it. Even if he did often get scolded by their parents for doing so.
Still smiling to herself at the thought of gorging herself full of cake, Naomi figured she would take a shortcut through Yokohama park, despite her brothers constant warning of not to do so after dark as it could be dangerous. Convinced that she was capable of handling herself at thirteen years old, she ignored his words && ventured onwards.
The smell of heavy liquor hit her first before she even noticed the sight of the seemingly homeless man on the bench. Wrinkling her eyebrows in distaste at the sight of him && the many empty bottles that littered the floor, the naïve child; against her better judgement approached him.
「❝It’s not good to litter, you know.❞ 」
Obsidian hues remained fixed on him as she spoke to him, with clear disapproval evident in her eyes && tone. Her sense of justice outweighed any fear she may have felt. Even if he did look dangerous, he was drunk from the looks of him so she could probably still out run him, Naomi reasoned to herself.
Something bitter lodges itself in the hollows of his ribcage, and at the sight of the girl, in him lights a flare of annoyance that he thought had died down ever since he had signed the contract to keep his records clean.
He wonders how deep he's fallen at the sight of a young girl reproaching him for his conduct, and laughs to himself how ironic it was to once have been a feared man - now reduced to a status where even a child could surpass his worth as a being.
Cradling his head gently to help dissuade the oncoming headache, Dazai took a glance at the girl with a weak smile not at all trying to fake his feelings like he had done so many times before. "Ehhh, but that's what the Park Attendants are for." He muttered under his breath doing his best to keep his thoughts from being crushed by sobriety's wake. "They get paid for other peoples' messes," He reasoned childishly back. “It’s their job.”
He shouldn't really try to talk to her, but he doesn't want to go back to Ango too soon either, so he finds himself staying to see her reaction, and finds himself in a situation where he is comforting himself more from the wounds that had lasted for 2 years now, and not the pain that was inflicted by alcohol.
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