A white-haired boy whimpered as thunder boomed and cold rain soaked him to the bone. He'd only been homeless for a few weeks now and he was already miserable. He quickly ducked under some boxes in a nearby alley; hopefully this would fend off the merciless rain.
Dazai strode down the city sidewalk under his umbrella, only jumping every once in a while when the occasional flash of lightning struck nearby. As he walked back to his house, he couldn't help looking down the alleyways, you never know what you'll see in there. It wasn't much; a plastic bottle, a raccoon scurrying for shelter, newspaper. He was about to turn away when he saw a face under a heap of boxes.
"Hello?" he called out to what he hoped was an empty alley. No one should be out in this weather, afterall. The rain picked up harder as Dazai ducked into the alley. He wouldn't be able to forgive himself if there was someone in there who needed his help. No, that's a lie; it doesn't really matter to him, but he decided several years ago that he would be good. He squatted down next to the boxes, smiling gently at the seventeen or eighteen year old boy hiding beneath them.
"Hello," he tried again, being careful not to spook the boy, "my name's Dazai. Would you like to get out of here?" The boy looked at Dazai wide-eyed, not sure if he was serious about this.
"Why?" he asked cautiously. His mind was running wild with stories adults used to tell him at the orphanage, except this was just one guy who wasn't offering free candy, and there was no white van inside; and he was desperate, "What do you want in return?"
Dazai laughed. Not a creepy laugh, but a genuinely amused laugh. The boy blushed, embarrassed, "Wh-Why are you laughing?" Dazai fell back onto his butt, still laughing.
"You're acting like a cornered animal, kid," he let out when he finally calmed down, "come with me. I lost my wallet in the river last week, but I have an apartment and a fully.. Decently stocked kitchen if you want an escape from the storm." He stood up, offering his hand to the boy.
"I'm Atsushi," he mumbled quietly, still flushed as he took Dazai's hand and stood. Dazai's smile reached his eyes, "Nice to meet you, Atsushi" and with that, Dazai pulled Atsushi close under the umbrella and walked to his apartment.