It was the night before the date that you marked on your calendar with a big red circle. The night you always fear so much, no matter how many times it repeats. Every single full moon is a penal servitude. You didn't ask for it, and neither did Dazai. In a final attempt to relax, your boyfriend invited you to his house to try to take your and his mind off of this thing.

Naturally, you agreed. A night at your boyfriend's place was always a nice thing. Especially when he treats you so nicely and helps you with cooking the dinner for the both of you (not really, just stealing pieces of food as you cook, but he insists on calling it help.). It was a usual ritual: first the dinner, then a movie or a simple talk consisting of telling each other some gossip.

The sight of darkness outside the window next to a TV just brought dread creeping up your neck. Exactly at this moment, tomorrow your beloved will change into the beast again. Maybe closing the blinds would do you some good?

Sensing how you feel, he wraps an arm around your shoulders, moving you closer to his body, attempting to soothe you from your train of thoughts. With his other hand, he was still browsing a good movie you two could watch together.

As you slowly began to relax into his touch, a loud noise coming out of the kitchen startled you. It signaled the popcorn you threw inside of the microwave was finally ready.