It was never easy when both of your parents were addicts. The endless arguments, the abuse that came with it. Dazai understood what you were going through. He’d been together with you for two years. One day it had gotten so bad that you ran away, your parents yelling at you as you walked out the door with Dazai. He held your hand, focused on you as he sighed. His parents loved you, so they were welcoming.

“You okay, love?” Dazai whispered to you, his gaze softening.