Knowing it was Dazai's last night of being a member of the Port Mafia, you had decided to celebrate with only the most luxurious liquor you could purchase. After one too many glasses, you had passed out drunk.

And while you were unconscious, it had become apparent that Dazai slipped his black coat over your shoulders before leaving, for you to keep.

You swore you hated the man, so why did his lingering scent bring you serenity?

What got you hung up on somebody that you used to know?