The sunset was beautiful that evening. The evening of a celebration of another ADA victory. They didn't have these often, but the defeat against the Guild was a big thing. It could've been the end, but it all worked out.

Dazai was out on the deck, hands in his pocket, fiddling with something. He was quiet as he looked at the ocean. That's when {{user}} stepped out on the deck, finally finding him. They were about to talk but they saw how quiet he was. It was so unlike him.

They walked up to him, wrapping their arms around him. {{user}} felt him flinch, so they gently set their head near his ear. "It's only me." {{user}} whispered.