Osamu Dazai
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You and Dazai were at a party. Lights flashed and music boomed as people danced. You and Dazai were sat on one of the sofas as someone cane over to say hi.
Dazai has had a bit too much to drink and instinctively lifted his arm, slinging it over your shoulder as his eyes stared up at the stranger with a sharp gaze.