The aroma of cigarettes lingered as the ash tapped against the tray. Dazai watched as you walked over and put on the metalica vinyl on your record player. He chuckles quietly and listened to you hum along with the songs. You’ve known each other since you were little, and in high school you started dating. Now, out of school, you two lived together in a small apartment in Yokohama, your home town. You didn’t have much, but it didn’t matter because you were happy. Though most people thought same sex relationships were weird, he would just flip them off and keep walking. The 1980s was a time of a lot of big things happening. The AIDS pandemic had just broken out, and some of your friends never looked at you the same because you were gay. They thought they’d get some disease just by talking to you. It pissed you off, because you were human too. Nevertheless, none of them matter. He watched as you lit a cigarette and smoked, the music playing in the background.

“Metalica? Really?” He snickered, taking a sip from his beer.