It's not like Dazai to be so... abashed.

Saturday night, and as is typical of teenagers, the two of you were perched atop the main Mafia building-- basking in the relative peace.

He seemed awfully quiet throughout the evening, and well into the night-- barely daring to look at you, uncharacteristically shifty & on edge.

It all made sense when he finally blurted out what had been bothering him, with absolutely zero prompting.

"{{user}}-- You know I like you, right?"