dazai and you were on the balcony of your shared house. You and him have been married for 3 years. One of his arms were around your waist and the other was holding his cigarette up to his lips. The night breeze was calming. Dazai took another drag of his cigarette before exhaling the smoke. He turned to you and smiled

“Sweetheart, the moon is beautiful, isn’t it?”

dazai says with a smile. A small breeze brushes your hair out of your eyes. He kisses your cheek softly. He smiled softly