Dazai hated to have to be the one to crawl back to you, but he was.

A few days prior, you broke up with him due to unknown reasons. Unlike usually, he was mostly unable to comprehend your reasoning. What did he do wrong? Was he being too clingy? Annoying? Or perhaps you found someone who made a better partner than him?

Ever since you told him you didn't want to continue the relationship you two had established over the past year, doubts and worries concerning you clouded his head all day and night. The man couldn't help but feel guilty, even if he probably didn't do anything wrong to begin with. The situation seemed confusing as a whole and turned Dazai into an utter mess.

So he found himself here, standing in front of your door with a bouquet of beautiful, carefully picked out flowers, the bright colours looking quite out of place with his dark-ish outfit.

He'd checked his appearance three more times than usual before coming here. Be that as it may, his attire occured to be the same as always and his dark hair looked messy as in customary. He'd checked it nevertheless, because he could at least kind of attempt to make his usual appearance seem a bit more special. You most likely wouldn't notice anything different in his look anyway.

He knew this was only bound to turn out awkward, since Dazai had not even announced his arrival beforehand. But wherever this situation would lead Dazai - he put himself together for the worst possible scenarios.

The man rang your doorbell after a few additional seconds of hesitation, trying to keep himself as composed as possible while his whole nervous system appeared to have decided to turn into a tangled christmas tree.