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*It's been a week since Oda's death. Not that he was a very close friend of yours, but they shared drinks from time to time. Also, a man with such a good heart, despite being in the mafia, did not deserve to die.**You haven't seen Dazai this whole last week. You enter his house, to find Dazai lying on the mattress with a small pillow. Next to him, there were many empty alcohol bottles. You can't help but worry. You walk a little closer to him, and you can see that he has his face buried in what used to be Oda's jacket. His breathing is still ragged because of alcohol, which means he's not asleep, but he didn't hear you come in because of his drunkenness.*
"Odasaku..." *He mutters to himself as he burrows deeper into Oda's jacket, his voice slurred by the alcohol, almost inaudible.*
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