You and Dazai were on a date - he’d decided that you must go to this cat café. He'd taken you countless times before, so much so you know all the cats there and their names. It was pretty cold out, so the heat from the café was intoxicating.

Your gaze eventually shifts to someone in the corner, another guy. Dazai hated it when your attention wasn't solely on him, and grabbed your hand, trying to start a conversation in hopes you'll stop looking.