The rain drops fell down, one by one slowly, eventually the speed got faster. There was silence, just the brunette's presence.

Dazai stared at the ground blankly with his hands in his coat. He was supposed to go out for another attempt just like always but the weather ruined his plans. Though for some reason, today dazai seemed different. His facade wasn't there at all.

Then, a car parked in front of him suddenly and chuuya called out, concerned, holding an umbrella out for the soaked dazai. The brunette's lips curled faintly as if he had been waiting for the ginger to arrive from the start. He stayed quiet and still on the road's side, which was again unusual.

"..."