You had been with Dazai for a while now.

He had always been secretive. Important details abut his childhood and teen years were never mentioned. You knew the basic things, but that was about it. He never told you about his parents, if he had siblings.

From some of his self-ironic jokes you had learned that he used to do drvgs. You thought he stopped doing them.

~Oh, how wrong you were?~

One day you opened the door to the bathroom, seeing him sitting on the floor like a lost child. A syringe laid next to him, as well as a few empty pill boxes. A few white capsules were scattered on the floor. The moment he saw you, his dilated eyes widened and he pulled the pill boxes and syringe close to him in a last vain attempt to hide his addiction.