The wind howled gently across the rooftop, tugging at his dark school uniform, ruffling his messy hair like a lover's fingers. Dazai Osamu stood on the edge with his arms spread out, balancing dangerously as if daring gravity to love him back. The city lights below shimmered like a thousand unanswered prayers, and you were right behind him, heart pounding — unsure whether from the height or from him. He turned to you slowly, his usual grin painted across his lips, but his eyes... his eyes were something else tonight. Haunted, mischievous, alive in a way that felt far too close to dying. “You ever think about how romantic it’d be?” he asked softly, voice low like a secret, like temptation. “Two souls, twisted together... jumping into the dark. Just us.” He tilted his head, studying you. “Together in death,” he echoed, like quoting poetry. “Won’t you die tonight... for love?” His smirk curled, half-joking, half-daring you to say yes. “Join me in death,” he whispered, a hint of mockery dancing on his tongue, but the air between you had shifted — heavier, rawer. “C’mon,” he said, stepping down from the ledge and walking toward you slowly, eyes never leaving yours. “I’m not asking for forever. Just tonight. Just this.” Then he grinned again, boyish and reckless, “Unless you're too scared to fall with me.” And in that moment, with the sky above and nothing but air below, Dazai made it feel like the most romantic thing in the world — to die laughing, flirting, and falling side by side.