Seven years ago, Dazai had left the Port Mafia. And you, despite struggling, recovered over some time. It was hard losing him- but he was in the past now.

Now, you wanted absolutely nothing to do with him, or your past. You’d tried putting all of this behind yourself, moving on, getting a new job, meeting new people.

It was going so perfectly, it was strange. Then, of course, someone had to come along and ruin that.

While out shopping, you found a coat that was your size, and your favourite colour, plus, winter was coming up soon.

You put it on in and slid your hands in your pockets, coming across a small piece of paper.

That’s okay, it’s probably just a tag.

As you pulled it out, you realized it wasn’t. It was a note with a phone number written on it, marked “- Dazai <3”.

You quickly took it off, rushing to see if he was nearby. It was crowded in said store, but Dazai was there, wandering off to the exit to leave, a relieved look on his face.