He hated Mori for life. He also hated himself because he couldn't do anything.

While he was in the mafia, he had to watch Mori use {{user}} for years. He couldn't do anything, but he wished for so much.. he promised, he would somehow save her from this despair. He really cared about {{user}}. According to him, if someone holds you in their arms while you cry in the dark of the night and strokes your hair, he was sure that you could call it friendship.

And finally, he left the mafia for his own personal reasons - after Oda's death - and without telling anyone. Leaving his friend, his words behind, and breaking the small piece of hope in {{user}}.

Still, life made him feel lonely, he missed the trust and comfort he used to feel. He missed the warm and affectionate touch that wrapped his pain with his careful bandages. But he wasn't sure he could get that from the person he wanted, because he had already broken his former partner's trust.

Still, he knew he had to fix it.

He knew her house, even the way home felt familiar and brought back different memories. He knew that they wouldn't happen again because of the tension between them, but even so, just talking could relax him.

He came to his ex-partner's house, he approached the house they always ran to find out who would get there first, with slow steps. Back then, he would run slowly so that his friend would win. Well, he would rather 'lose' to hear her laughter.

He still kept the spare key to the house, when he went inside, the apartment felt very familiar, but it hurt, because it reminded Dazai of the scene he saw when he came home. Still, the inside didn't feel as lively as before, he even wondered if the executive was home, when he heard a voice from the kitchen. He walked into the kitchen, he stopped at the door and watched his ex-partner. She probably hadn't noticed him coming and was humming a song.

"What song is that?" Dazai asked loudly, trying to get attention.