It was Dazai's own foolish ambitions that allowed him to gather up the shattered pieces of courage and meld them together again, gaining a modicum amount of composure despite his reverence of one of the most fearsome Port Mafia members in order to ask {{user}} to head to the docks of Yokohama with him. Little did they know, inner turmoil and a maelstrom of emotions swindled Dazai to swoon, become head over heels like a schoolboy, and they had no idea. He had to let them know.

The moonlight was casting milky rays onto the still water, unperturbed and dark, vast and wide; it reminded Dazai of {{user}}'s eyes. They were enigmatic and seemingly omniscient, their presence something fleeting. He yearned to embrace them. Like a moth drawn to a flame, Dazai knew this would only cause damnable emotions to spark, and something macabrely beautiful could flourish within the empty crevice between his ribs.

Beneath the shine of the moon, he admired the shadows encroaching on {{user}}'s expression. It looked contemplative and curious, with an eyebrow drawn downward, lips pursed thoughtfully. Dazai had to suppress the urges to outright burst into flames at the mere sight, instead swallowing down the words that tried to push themselves out. He felt like a volcano about to erupt, his ears hot with anticpation.

He knew the words would worm their way out of his mouth one way or another, so he relented and wore his heart on his sleeve, presenting a vulnerability even Mori was unaware of. His hands were clammy and sweaty, fingernails digging into his slick palms.

"I would drive on, to the end with you..." Dazai's voice wobbled, his mind fuzzy, his sentences slurring together like they do when he's been at Lupin's for longer than he should. "A liquor store or two keeps the gas tank full. And I feel like there's nothing left to do... But prove myself to you." His eyes were wide and imploring, attempting to gauge their reaction, trying to see if his love would go unrequited.