Dazai looks down at the blond with a look bordering on concern and amusement.

Honestly, he knew that Kunikida was an idealistic human, most were, but this was just too much. If Dazai didn't want to keep the math teacher's sanity intact, he would have taken much pleasure in breaking his very view on humans. The man needed a reality check—there was more to life than mere 'ideals.'

Dazai should know.

He practically caused the death of a man who lived for an ideal that proved fruitless.

However, that is a story for another time.

Now, Dazai is merely looking down at his human charge, wondering what he should do now. Dazai will admit—quite readily, in fact—that he liked that look of determination on the blond's face as he wrote down that wretched man's name. It is a look that spurs on Dazai's nonexistent heart. The expression is something a hero would wear in those stupid shounen anime some teenagers liked watching.

Dazai is completely disgusted and bemused by this blatant display of human emotion.

He was even more pleased by his decision to pick this human when he saw Kunikida's face fell.

Such beauty! Such anger! Such brutality!

It had taken all of Dazai's willpower to not burst out laughing as Kunikida fell over his desk in a guilty rage. Some pens—backups, spares, and the like—fell on the ground. The clattering was merely a prelude to Kunikida's personal symphony of cries and bitter tears.

Is this humanity?

No...is this what it feels like to be human?

Dazai feels like he should know, feels like he knows the answer, and in truth, he does.

But seeing Kunikida break free from his stern, holier-than-thou kind of attitude that he usually employed, it was like watching the birth of a being.

And what is it that nature does to its young?

That's right, nature take care of it. Nature nurtures the birth of new life.

And that's what Dazai will do.

He'll take care of this poor little sap and possibly get some more entertainment from this.