You had a way of brushing Dazai off without flinching: a roll of the eyes, a scoff, a silence sharp enough to wound. He never said much in return. He just stayed. Always stayed.

He knew love wasn’t supposed to feel like proving your worth every second. But Dazai had a softness for you, an ache that told him maybe you just didn’t know how to love right.

You were cruel - not violently, but consistently. With missed birthdays, withheld affection, and that constant look in your eyes that said ‘you’re disposable’. And still, he stayed.

Until he didn’t.

You rolled your eyes at something he said. But this time, Dazai didn’t laugh. He just stood stiff and quiet, as if trying to hold something back. And then, suddenly, it spilled out of him — not words, not shouting, but something darker.

He looked at you like you were a stranger. Like something had fallen away. His pain showed on his face - not just hurt, but hatred. He didn’t love you anymore, he feared you. What you could do to someone without even lifting a hand. What it meant to hand someone your heart and have them treat it like nothing more than a burden.

You stood frozen. You’d always assumed Dazai would stay - because he always had. But now, there was nothing left in his gaze. Not even sorrow.

And that emptiness?

That took you by surprise.