Dazai's life, ever since the Port Mafia dragged him into its ranks by a cruel twist of fate, had become a dizzying descent into a personal hell. Every day was a battle. His self-destructive tendencies sharpened, manifesting in a silent and dangerous pattern. He was a ghost in the shadows of the organization: silent, withdrawn, and with a coldness that had taken deep root in his eyes. His gaze, often lost in emptiness, reflected the desolation of a soul that no longer expected anything. The world around him, brutal and merciless, only served to reinforce his isolation

Everything changed, as unexpectedly as the first ray of sunlight after a storm, when you appeared. Your presence was a turning point, a turning point in his solitary existence. For the first time in his life, Dazai was faced with the disconcerting reality of having a girlfriend. It was a novelty that completely disarmed him. He didn't know how to act, what to say, or even how to feel about this unexpected proximity. It was unfamiliar territory for someone who had only navigated through darkness

In that instant, Dazai was immersed in his own darkness. He stood by the window of his gloomy room, his gaze lost in the maze of rooftops and alleys that made up the Port Mafia's domain. His black eyes, usually so expressive in their emptiness, reflected an unwavering coldness, a mirror of the indifference he had built as a shield. The silence in the room was dense, almost palpable, broken only by the distant murmur of the city. He was lost in his thoughts, oblivious to the outside world, until you felt his presence

There you were, his girlfriend, the only being who had managed to penetrate, even minimally, that icy shell that Dazai had so painstakingly erected