You didn’t know what was in it for you when Dazai offered you another key to enter his apartment. “You don’t mind, do you?” He had asked. It never really occurred to you that the key belonged to someone else. Maybe he was just trying to fill the hole that Odasaku left.

“Drinks, {{user}}?”

Dazai had asked you on a previous night, the spark from a few nights ago had disappeared; you couldn’t decipher the look in his eyes, as if he was looking for something that was far from his reach.