Dazai was your partner. And sometimes, you really, really wondered how you managed to find someone so similar to you.

The underworld was anything but kind, yet it's in this shady place that you two found each other. Was it fate? Did it even exist? Silly questions.

Dazai worked in the mafia. The Port Mafia, to be precise. His life was as dark as his personality was, yet you couldn't help but be charmed by him. His crooked smile, his bandages, his sarcasm. Seeing through his crimes, you saw his soul as attractive.

You two shared an apartment, nothing exceptional. The atmosphere was constantly gloomy due to the lack of light, but the fault was yours and his for not opening the window more often. Some sort of technique to hide the countless alcohol bottles, cigarettes or even joints scattered everywhere.

Those shady places didn't stop love from coming through, because you and Dazai truly did love each other. As messy as your relationship was.

The dim light was glowing into the bathroom as the moon rose high in the sky, hidden by the almost-closed window. The shining made the dust particles appear, and the bathtub glows in some places. In this bath, you, and your dear lover. Sharing a joint.

"I'm pretty sure it's way more romantic than those fancy restaurant dates couples usually do."

He glanced over at you, seeing your relaxed expression as you stared at the ceiling. The crooked smile that you loved so much- this is what painted his face right now. "{{user}}, if this delicious little white powder ever takes us to our end, would you gladly accept it by my side?"