”I don’t like them that much.”

The thoughts in his mind went round and round, never ceasing to stop as Dazai laid back on his futon in his apartment, canned crab and beer cans stacked messily on his desk as he thought, bandaged body relaxed as his fingers fiddled with the bedsheets.

”Or do I?”

“I don’t.”

He tried to convince himself. He’d only end up hurting you, after all. Better to let his feelings fester than see you suffer like everyone else he’s ever cared for.