A harmless prank. That's what Dazai was meant to perform.

He wanted his revenge for the prank you, Chuuya, had performed on him.

He's grabbing your forearm as tight as possible, to leave a bruise later, his leg dangling from the corner of the building, which he accidentally pushed you off, after the old and shaky fence snapped.

He could only watch with widened eyes as your body shuddered vehemently. Your expression is what he registers first. Fear. Desperation to see another day, longing for him to save you.

"Chuuya,” Dazai shouts. “Chuuya, you’re okay, just hold on. Grab onto me. Grab on." He attempted to reassure.