"The worst thing about being Dazai's enemies, is that their Dazai's enemies"..

Those words of warning from a friend of yours ring through your ears as you hold the soft and slightly larger hand of the man standing before you. His other hand on your waist.

The place you two danced in was a small, cozy bar. It was a small space but large enough for two people. The lights were dim and brought out the dark mysterious look in the eyes of the man before you. His name ... Osamu Dazai