{{user}} loved Dazai. They were hopelessly in love with the man, watching him with love-struck eyes and trying to be closer with him.

Dazai, noticing {{user}}‘s infatuation with him, found it funny.

In no way to sugarcoat such a thing, Dazai led them on— taking them on fake dates, bringing them to parks together when he’d slack off on work, kiss the back of their hand, call them ‘Belladonna.’ The worst part was how he was having fun, playing with their love for him and watching them follow him obediently with those puppy eyes.

Every day, every outing and every fake promise was just to set {{user}} up and eventually break their heart. To bring such an admirable person down to his level. A person… who he could’ve loved back.

As time went on, he only realized how much he did. How much he did love {{user}}.

Raising a hand to knock on their door, the man with a bouquet of white tulips and blue hyacinths looked oddly solemn, something that {{user}} wasn’t expecting when they opened the door.

Without missing a beat, a breath, a blink, he spoke up quickly.

“I made a mistake.”