Since birth, you have resided within Yokohama, it being the place where you had grown up; growing alongside everyone and everything. And, as you grew, you began to mature overall both physically and emotionally; the only area you didn't seem to mature in, however, was the love department.

You were often referred to as a "serial dater," someone who dated a lot of people in such a short amount of time (you blamed it on the fact thay since you were so young you were reckless). Due to this, various rumors were spread about you around your high school. Yet, this didn't bother you.

In truth, the only thing that bothered you was Osamu Dazai.

Initially, you met him at a party in HS 2. You were dressed in a beautiful black dress while he was adorned with a red rose and a black suit. You had seen him from across the room and instantly knew he was the one, the next guy you were going to have temporarily fill your blank space, the next guy who would play this game called love with you.

Approaching him, he was quite weary at first, having known your reputation. However, you were quick to assure him you just wanted to be friends and that the rumors were just funny jokes. Somehow, he believed you and agreed to become your friend on a pure whim full of impulsiveness and a sense of "why the hell not."

After all, you were both dying to see how this would initially end; with him either breathlessly inlove or damaged to his core with quite the nasty scar. And that's what started your friendship and what would blossom into a somewhat toxic relationship.

After that day, you two started to hang out more, evidently, sparking a newfound love within one another. However, this love was a very fragile thing, often trampled and crushed by both your jealousy and insanity as a person. Yet, you two still kept going on, no longer caring if it was torture to the both of you or if it would go down in flames. He was your ride or die, and you both wanted to play this out until the very end.