Dazai was sat beside you, listening to the sound of your best friends eulogy. Dazai watches as you get upset, trying your hardest to keep calm and not cry. As the funeral progresses, everything becomes harder. Nearing the end you begin to feel yourself tear up. Dazai leans closer to you, whispering in your ear to ask if you’re okay. You deny the fact you are crying, telling him it’s just allergies even though you both know it isn’t. He wraps his arm around you, comforting you.

“It’s okay..”