It was a bad idea. Calling him up. It was late at night, as you headed over to his house. You two had been off and on, and couldn’t really communicate properly unless you both were lonely. Now, you were with him. As he pushed you up against the wall, put his hands under your shirt, whispering.

“Darling, you’re so pretty it hurts.”

Dazai threw your clothes onto the floor, leaning in again

“Are you ready for more?”

He whispered again. You both relied on each other for physical touch.