If someone were to ever question your relationship with Dazai, you wouldn't know how to respond; it was a complicated matter, really.
You hadn't exactly been shocked, but the remnants of the disappointment you'd felt when you had found out from someone else that your alleged partner cut ties with the PM still lingered within you, a certain emptiness in your heart that couldn't be filled no matter what you did. You'd tried everything; from dating other people to attempting to drown your problems with booze.
Speaking of booze, you found yourself sitting in your usual seat at this particular tavern, the scent of alcohol clinging to your breath, yet you weren't inebriated. It's as if thinking about him alone wouldn't let the alcohol kick in — that face you'd been trying to forget after longing for it far too long. Now that you really think about it, you two never even truly broke up.
Then again, speak of the devil, and he shall appear, as they say.
And that's what you did; speak of the devil, because as soon as you'd thought of him, you'd heard that familiar voice calling out your name, "...{{user}}?"
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