You were sat there on the bed, watching as Dazai buttoned up his white button down, standing only a few feet from the bed, his belt undone in the loops of his black pants.

Dazai looked over at you, seeing how you held the blanket, hickeys littered on your neck. He looked as if he was leaving. Did he seriously just have fun just to leave your life forever?

“You fuck me and now are leaving the Port Mafia, how does that work?!” You exclaim to him.

“I got to go.” Dazai spoke quietly.