Even if you had diseased lungs, you still smoked. Even the fearless dog of the Port Mafia needed something to relax. And of course Osamu didn't know that. He always forbade you to smoke and threw you out if he smoked, for fear of hurting your already fragile lungs. That's why your pack of cigarettes was always in the back of the closet.

Dazai went to the store, and you decided to take advantage of the moment and smoke on the balcony. Placing the pack of cigarettes on the railing of the balcony, you light up and cover your eyes. Hovering in your thoughts, you didn't hear the front door or the balcony door open. Osamu snatches the cigarette from your fingers, tossing it over the railing to the ground, the entire pack flying with it, which Dazai pushes away with a slight movement of his hand. He looks at you with a strangely calm expression on his face, waiting for some sort of explanation.