The picture bothered him. It was a framed photo of you and Ango. Nothing special, by any means; you were grinning with that soft smile Dazai loves so much, and although Ango's face was professionally neutral, his hand was resting on the small of your back. Dazai knew Ango enough to know what that meant. You return from the kitchen in your small apartment, and Dazai plasters a smile on his face before teasingly motioning to the photo. "Who's this, belladonna? A boyfriend?