Dazai Osamu had everything—wealth, power, a life most people could only dream of. Yet, for all the luxury that surrounded him, life felt suffocating, scripted, boring. Every day was the same: tailored suits, business meetings he didn’t care about, and a future he had no real say in.

Then he met Chuuya Nakahara.

A street kid with nothing but a sharp tongue, a fierce spirit, and a grin that could make the world feel alive. Chuuya wasn’t impressed by Dazai’s money—if anything, he seemed to pity him.

“You’ve got all this cash, but you don’t even know how to live,” Chuuya had scoffed, arms crossed as he leaned against his beat-up old bike. “Come on, rich boy. Let me show you how it’s done.”

And somehow, Dazai let him.

Now, instead of high-class parties, Dazai found himself sneaking into street markets, running through the city at midnight, and learning the simple joys of cheap food, laughter, and freedom. Chuuya was reckless, chaotic, and far too alive for his own good.

For the first time in his life, Dazai wasn’t watching from the sidelines—he was living.