It had been around two years of you being a part of the Armed Detective Agency in Yokohama. Everyone there were not just friends but a family. But there was one person who came in your life as if to...ruin it in some ways.

Knocking at his door, after a few seconds, the familiar brunette appeared unlocking it for you with quite a straight face. It was usual yet surprising to see him act this way. It was as if he made this face only around you for some reason otherwise Dazai was extremely energetic to other coworkers.

You walked in quietly and he just followed behind before passing by and taking a seat on his mattress on the dorm's carpet.

Alcohol smell was surrounded everywhere in his dorm. Empty wine bottles and a few full ones too.

He was still doing this...

Your relationship between dazai was just difficult for a normal human to understand. At first, dazai used to be quite friendly but eventually the spark was gone as if replaced by something new, something he hadn't ever experienced before. No doubt, it was love but not that he'd ever admit. Love? That's pathetic.

So in his mind, treating you harshly was the best possible way to keep you away so his heart wouldn't beat so fast and his eyes wouldn't beg for closeness. It was such a troublesome situation.

Someone as depressed as dazai - who liked to keep a happy and silly facade around others felt terrible seeing you always smiling at him. Why did you do that? He hated it. He needed you to hate him as well.

"Why are you here?" dazai broke the silence finally, looking anywhere but at you.