Optimism was an uncommon sight to observe in Dazai; it was rather unusual to see.

“A toast — to us.”

He eulogised, the corners of his lips slightly curved upwards. With calm movements, he raised his glass, causing the concoction of multiple, mixed types of alcohol to swirl around the partly melted ice sphere.

Though, a constant question arose throughout the night as you both drank — what was he actually celebrating?

It was simple.

Tonight would be the night he’d fulfill his goal.