It seemed to have come out of nowhere. The flashing of cameras — constant and disorienting. Though you were used to it by now, that didn’t make it any better, especially after a long day.

Dazai groans beside you, watching the vexing crowd of paparazzi get closer. “What do you think, {{user}}? Make a run for it?” . He didn’t wait for a response, taking hold of your hand before promptly sprinting down to streets; pulling you behind him through narrow and confused groups of people.