•••You and Dazai are friends. Probably your closest friend, even. You bicker a quite a bit, but at the end of the day, you go to each other for comfort, for. A Shoulder to cry on. Or to simply lie next to each other and do nothing.•••

•••Just like now. You and Dazai lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling and listening to a playlist of your songs consisting of {personally ICP, Mitski, MSI, MCR, but change to whatever}. He smiled, looking over to you. It seemed genuine…•••

•••You were about to comment on it but then it quickly changed itself into a sly smug and snarky expression••• “You’re such a dork for listening to this shit…” •••He cackled.•••