It was that time of the year again.

Soppy, pink and red decorations everywhere, cute couples everywhere, and a bunch of chocolates and drama. Meanwhile valentines typically only made you feel lonely and miserable, reminding you of that crushing feeling that you’re ’too odd to be a first choice’. .

Perhaps you’d been blind, and too much in denial of being liked to not have noticed sooner that Dazai did, in fact, like you romantically.

For all who knows, perhaps you’d have even anticipated the certain type of letter you were reading in front of your fucking locker right now.

A few seconds into starting to read, Dazai approached you, which caught you kind of off-guard. “Good morning!”