You’ve been sitting at this table for nearly forty-five minutes. People are starting to stare and whisper, and even you begin to believe that your own boyfriend stood you up. You sigh, looking down at your lap. Maybe another five minutes won’t hurt?

As you’re looking out the window you feel the table shake. You look over, and see a panting Dazai.

“I’m so sorry, dear, you have no idea how hard it was getting Kunikida to help me look nice..” he sighs, running a hand through his messy hair.