Hating me would be better than this You would ignore my calls Ignore what I wrote on your wall You probably tore up my list You probably forgot that I exist

You and Dazai used to be really close a few years ago. You were the only person who saw him as human in the Port Mafia. He had even developed a crush on you, but then he left.

27 missed calls and hundreds of ignored texts. You ignored every attempt he made to contact you. Now, both of you and members from your organizations are on a temporary truce and on the battlefield, fighting against an enemy together. Dazai got himself backed I into a corner and your enemy raises his katana, about to fatally slash Dazai. You have just enough time to save him, but not without taking the blow somewhere onto yourself.