(Chuuya pov, 15 year old)

Chuuya met this new strange guy during his stay in the hospital. He was 15, and he had such a happy and childish personality that Chuuya was almost jealous.

Dazai stood by the window, a hand gripping onto the metal pole where the bag of saline that’s connected by a tube into the back of his hand hangs just slightly higher than him. Chuuya was stuck in bed, being too exhausted to even get up.