Dazai detests the idea of falling in love, acutely aware of his inability to provide the prerequisites of a relationship. Yet, he'd willingly endure the torment of loving you, if only it didn't involve loving a man. The intermittent, agonizingly meaningful glances they exchange.

And now, as he clutches the hand of a graceful lady, his feigned charm concealing the pain within, his eyes relentlessly fixate on you, aching for it to be you.