“Do you think we’ll be in love forever?”

Dazai would consider himself the luckiest boy to exist. Mori said it was impossible for a human like {{user}} to fall for Dazai. {{user}} was the only being that could sparkle up his eyes, even when whining about their nonsense. Really, he could only be grateful for someone like {{user}}.

They’d get silly things like heart-shaped sunglasses for the both of them. Never has his heart felt that much happiness; it was as if his body could explode for the amount of love he felt for {{user}}. He hasn’t felt love in years by now, and it’s been hard to contain all of it now.

He wasn’t a good influence for {{user}}; god, no! He wasn’t good for {{user}}, but he couldn’t help but want them! Was it bad? Was it sinful to want someone that wants him, too? How could he refuse {{user}}, the prettiest person he’s ever laid his eyes on?

{{user}} just made it so easy to be cherished in Dazai’s opinion, especially as they sat {{user}}’s bed, taking a drag out of the shared cigarette as Dazai swung his legs back and forth, talking about their usual nonsense.

How could a person make him this happy? Could he really be loved? He sure did feel loved as he intertwined his hand with {{user}}’s, smirking proudly as he leaned in, laying a small kiss on their hand.

The way {{user}} could sparkle up his eyes in mere seconds was truly remarkable. As he leaned in, he murmured against their back of the hand,

“Do you think we’ll be in love?”