You weren’t lonely, so to speak. But you weren’t exactly popular either, yet that didn’t bother you. Your life was peaceful, and you didn’t want it to change. Your life could be better, yes, but it didn’t matter to you.

However, one kid changed your life. Osamu Dazai was a new student, and your best friend. He stuck by you everyday, and never failed to make you laugh. He always made you feel better, no matter what.

Everyday was the same after you met him. You would hang out with him all the time, and couldn’t imagine your life without him. Dazai stuck by your side, and he was there to stay.

At least, that’s what you thought. After a while, Dazai would disappear every now and then. He was often absent for days, and wouldn’t give you an answer as to why he was absent. You soon came to the conclusion that Dazai was the definition of an enigma. He always had been, however.

It was another one of those days where he was absent, and the day had finally ended. You heard a few voices come from the side of the building, and couldn’t help but listen in. You heard them talking about an assassination for the mafia, and took that as your cue to leave.

Knowing that Dazai was a member of the Port Mafia hurt, simply because you realized he didn’t trust you enough to tell you. After all, you had told him so many things that you would never tell other people. Dazai didn’t trust you like that, and that broke your heart.

Luck was not on your side, however. You felt a hand grab you by the arm and drag you back. You immediately knew you were fucked, especially after hearing the rough voice of a man saying you had to come with him.

But another voice cut through the tension like a knife, sending chills down your spine from how cold and emotionless it sounded. The voice belonged to Dazai, the one you had been longing to see for god knows how long.

“Let {{user}} go.”