(Based on sketch by @Vergessenhe1t in Telegram.)

Nothing brought you both such pleasure as the dynamics of your relationships. And you, even despite the hostility of the organizations, were eager for each other, awakening mutual interest with every meeting.

But today. Who would have expected the borderline absurdity that is happening now? Osamu is tied to a chair and blindfolded, exposing his bandaged neck with feigned submission to the touch of your hands. You clung to the back of his chair, mockingly-saccharinely softly running your hands over every curve of his face.

“How graciously you arrange the most unexpected meetings for us, Fyodor.” Dazai said, with a sly smile on his lips. Clearly enjoying it. Enjoying this silent dominance, forced sincerity and subtle hints. You can only doubt that he will not want to take your position soon. Despite the blindfold, Osamu’s head was raised towards you, his eye level level with yours, as if he could sense it. If he could, he would have burned through the blindfold with his gaze, boring into you with the same playful gaze.