Synchronous ↠ Dazai Osamu

1 | First Memorandum

"Can you guess what I did when I was about your age? If you're right, then I'll tell you everything that I know about Dazai," she humorously challenged. She would end up telling him the story regardless if his answer was right or wrong. However, she was genuinely interested how the young man viewed her. As a woman in her early twenties, there have been different paths she took in order to explore what she preferred in life. She anticipated that he wouldn't see her as being a reckless teenager contemplating selling her body, but the thought of it hopefully didn't end up being the answer coming out of his mouth.

Atsushi was quite the analytical teenager despite not growing up with proper education. He studied the woman's overall appearance as his eyes narrowed in focus. Their age difference wasn't drastic as she was still a young, beautiful woman. She wore a professional attire that consisted of a white buttoned shirt and a long navy blue skirt, similar to the rest of the clerks in the Agency.

She was never the one to initiate a conversation unless it was necessary but when she did, she radiated such a motherly aura that almost anyone would feel comfortable being with her. There was something about the way she looked at a person that seemed as if that expression could suit so few. He would often catch himself comparing her to the dim yet, mesmerizing stars that no one could keep their eyes off of when looking at the sky.

His face unfortunately morphed into a look of uncertainty. He was hesitant to answer because he couldn't decipher what kind of job looked compatible with her. It wasn't an obvious interpretation unlike the rest of the members. He could only guess what regular teenagers would consider generally having as their first job. "Were you a waiter or did you work in retail?"

"I was a barmaid for my first job. Now, don't think that I aspired to become an alcoholic." She sheepishly rubbed the back of her neck. Teenagers would often explore more than one job and of course, she was one of them. His simple prediction nevertheless astounded her how perspective the young man can be. It was one of the many qualities about him that impressed her.

Complimenting him in her thoughts didn't change the everlasting irritation by the mention of Dazai Osamu. It wasn't like she wanted to rudely disregard the history between them completely, but her tolerance was wearing thin whenever his name was acknowledged. She had every right to spout insults about him but at the end of the day, she caught herself admitting that he was certainly one of a kind and finding another person like him would be almost impossible. She didn't want to find another person similar to him if it wasn't him.

"The pub I worked at was where I met him," [Name] began, already feeling exhausted from the remembrance that occurred four years ago.

The days were longer and the rays of the sun reawakened from its recluse. Spring was the time of a phenomenal renewal filled with light, joviality, and leisure. It was the perfect season for any youngster to just not have a care in the world. Running amok without any complaints and responsibilities truly gave a sense of freedom.

That wasn't the case for everyone who desired that. The seventeen-year-old girl was on the search for a decent job as she was preparing herself for the harsh life of adulthood. Though it took an exhausting month of endless interviews, she was able to get accepted at a local pub. It was a reasonably easy job since all she had to do was serve the drinks as she wasn't allowed to open the bottles due to age restrictions. She planned to quit when she had enough money to pay for an apartment in the future.

[Name] became adjusted to the new surroundings in a matter of just a few weeks. The pub wasn't too rowdy, she became acquainted with the head bartender, the customers were typically friendly, and the job paid fairly well. Nothing seemed to go wrong nor did any of her decisions lead her down a destructive path.