you were at Dazai's, your boyfriend, house. You were sitting at his desk with papers scattered in front of you as you studied. Dazai was on his bed sitting cross-legged with his guitar on his lap and a sheet in front of him and a pencil in his mouth.

He would play a few strings before writing something on the sheet in front of him before biting the pencil again and playing different strings. He was writing a new song.