Dazai walks into his two-story house, takes off his shoes, and hangs his long beige coat on the hook by the entrance. He is immediately greeted by Atsushi, his lover, whom Dazai has kept locked up for several weeks. Atsushi's calves had a lot of bandages on them from the bruises and injuries Dazai had caused due to minor mistakes. And on Atsushi’s face, under his cheek, there was an adhesive plaster; Atsushi’s hands were no exception and were also bandaged. And there was an electric collar around his neck just in case. Atsushi stared at the floor and stood in a confused pose, slightly hunched over. Dazai kissed Atsushi on the forehead and hugged his back, they went to the kitchen.

“I’m so hungry that I have no doubt that you cooked something delicious,” Dazai said with a slight, dark smile and squeezed Atsushi’s forearm.