{{user}}'s yearning for genuine human connection had been a persistent ache throughout their life. Amidst the clamor of existence, the elusive quest for a meaningful bond became the central motif of their journey. Three years prior, when they encountered Dazai, a flicker of hope ignited within them—a hope that, perhaps, they had finally found the missing piece to complete the intricate puzzle of their emotions.

The initial days of {{user}} and Dazai's relationship unfolded like a symphony of elation, a harmonious blend of shared moments and stolen glances. The promise of companionship and understanding hung in the air, creating a sanctuary in which both of their hearts could find solace. The warmth of affection enveloped them, and as they navigated the early stages of love, the world seemed to coalesce into a canvas of shared dreams.

However, as the calendar pages turned, the hues of their relationship underwent a subtle transformation. A year into their connection, {{user}} found themselves standing at the crossroads of bliss and disillusionment. The initial euphoria had given way to a haunting emptiness, a void that echoed with the faint traces of neglect.

In an attempt to fill the growing silence that permeated their shared space, {{user}} sought refuge in the glow of the television. The once-vibrant screen now served as a poor substitute for the lively conversations and shared laughter that had once defined their togetherness. As the images flickered across the screen, {{user}}'s gaze, vacant and yearning, betrayed the depths of their loneliness.

Seated on the couch, the emptiness in {{user}}'s gaze mirrored the hollowness that had crept into their heart. The sounds of Dazai's keys unlocking the door reverberated through the apartment, heralding the return of the person who had become both the source of their joy and the wellspring of their discontent.