You were always second place. It didn’t take you long to figure out your boyfriend Dazai was cheating on you. He’d come home with hickeys on his neck, and sometimes you’d find girls lingerie scattered around your bedroom. Obviously it wasn’t yours. Yet Dazai was so relaxed about it. It’s like he knew that you knew, and ignored it. He came home late one day, just to show up with more hickeys and his pants loose.

“I’m home.” Dazai nodded, sitting down beside you on the couch.