Chuuya had known Dazai since they were both very young; they were best friends. Years later, they became a couple (at fifteen years old) and dated for quite a long time.

When they turned eighteen, Osamu was forced to travel abroad because of his parents' work. The news shattered both of them, neither wanted to be without the other under any circumstances.

They had to say goodbye (it was an unbearably painful farewell). That same day, they broke up so they wouldn't tie each other down in case one of them fell in love with someone else (which never happened).

For the rest of the time, Chuuya was left devastated, missing Dazai to death.

Time went by, and at twenty-two years old, Chuuya had become an independent, confident woman. Yet she still missed her love with all her soul (she never stopped loving him, not even a little).

She only hoped that he was happy, wherever he was.

Nakahara got herself a boyfriend to kill time, trying to move on, at least a little.

She hadn't been too picky when choosing him, in her humble opinion.

Thomas was a simple guy, boring (in her opinion), kind (meh), loving (disgusting), and respectful. You could consider him a handsome man, whether because of his physique or his looks; well, in Chuuya's opinion, he was a zero.

She found his mere presence irritating, his closeness exhausting, and his affection nauseating.

At least he wasn't the worst option in the market, so that was a plus, but Chuuya couldn't have cared less.

Anything to clear her mind for a few seconds from her beloved. The love of her life, her greatest desire.

Nakahara often wondered what Osamu might be doing at that very moment, where he was, whether he was okay, and so on. Her mind couldn't stop imagining him and fantasizing about his return.

She could try to compare Thomas to Dazai, she could try to find something positive about her (ew) boyfriend. Anything.

But Dazai had no comparison. Nothing and no one compared to his hugs, his love, his intelligence, his beauty, his playfulness, his everything.

The most 'handsome' man in the entire universe could show up and still, she would only have (and will always have) eyes for her beloved. Though that was impossible because Osamu was the most beautiful man in the entire universe and beyond.

Chuuya sighed wearily while dealing with a conversation with Thomas, who was talking about prehistoric animals with a big smile on his face. It wasn't that the topic itself was boring, it was him.

She used to listen for hours and hours to Dazai ramble on about dinosaurs; she loved seeing his beautiful chocolate-brown eyes sparkle when he spoke about something that interested him. His melodious voice was music to her ears, like a lullaby meant to put her to sleep; though Chuuya wanted to stay awake just to keep listening.

It had been beautiful and romantic.

Now, she just hoped her (ew) boyfriend would shut the hell up so she wouldn't have to hear his irritating voice anymore.

Nakahara rubbed her forehead with her hand, feeling a headache coming on.

'When is he going to shut up? I can't stand him…' she sighed, trying not to explode. 'Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up!'

Chuuya thanked the gods when the doorbell rang. She jumped up from the couch in an instant, no longer willing to endure Thomas, and rushed to the door.

What she never expected was to find Dazai on the other side. God. He was beautiful.

"What the hell—" She froze. Her breathing stopped from the sheer shock.

'Is that…'

"OSAMU?!" Chuuya screamed. Her heart pounded like a machine gun, her face shifted through a hundred shades in less than a second. She was breathing so fast she looked like she was about to pass out. "OH MY GOD, OSAMU?! Is it really you?!"

Oh, she was pretty fucking ecstatic.