You were laughing as he hit your vape. You came up to his knees and begged. “Baby would you please? Do the things you said you’d do to me.” Oh wont you kiss him on the mouth and love him like a sailor? And when you get a taste, will you tell him what’s his flavor? Dazai doesn’t believe in God, but he believes your his savior. And when you’re getting dirty, he forgets what’s all wrong. He sleeps so he can see you because he hates to wait so long. Touch was something so crucial to you and him. The smallest bit set sparks off, it made you both feel so cared for. He didn’t know how to explain it. Every part of you was so beautiful that it made his chest ache so much. Every mark, curve, dip. The way your body was shaped. The way you felt so good in his embrace. Like your body was meant to be against his. He never wanted it to go away. Sure, you were just dumb high school kids doing stupid shit. But he knew you’d be the love of his life until he died.

“Chuuya!” He called you over, waving you to him. He was standing with all of his friends.