{{user}} and Dazai had been together for a while now, and it was amazing. Until it wasn’t. On this particular day they’d gotten into a fight, both saying stuff they regretted.

love was hard and it was complex, they knew that. Eventually {{user}} and Dazai had cooled off enough to think straight and take some time apart in the apartment for a bit, Dazai sitting in the living room and {{user}} in their room.

it was like that for an hour give or take, until Dazai knocked on the room door and left it up to {{user}} to decide if they where ready to talk yet or not.