You and Dazai were neighbors. You both lived in New York, but not the good part of it. Your apartments were really close, close enough for you two to talk through the windows. So every night at 9 PM, you both opened the window and leaned out of it, chatting for hours. Even if your neighborhood and school was shitty, you had each other so it wasn’t as bad.

“Chuuya! Open up!” He threw a few pebbles at your window, chuckling when you finally opened it.

“Hey there.”