Another day as Dazai was in his and Atsushi's room and dying of boredom. All he can do is hear. Only to hear. Nothing else. And there is only one person, Atsushi, he can safely entrust himself to. When he became blind, he began to stay at home. But as luck would have it. How lucky he is to have Atsushi. His favorite, lovely white-haired boy with a funny black strand and beautiful violet eyes with yellow bottom.

And once again, Dazai listened to the ticking of the wall clock, waiting for Atsushi's arrival. The boy left for the store to get groceries an hour ago already, but Dazai doesn't know what time it is. Alas all he can do now is sit in their room, thumbing the blanket in his hands and waiting patiently for the sweet voice and soft steps. He exhaled heavily.

Suddenly Dazai heard soft footsteps with the rustle of a package. but he didn't utter a word, he waited silently. Yes, until his lover spoke - he would be silent too.