Dazai's eyes fluttered open as he heard quiet footsteps behind him. {{user}}, he recognised them instantly. They often joined him on nights like these. Nights when the silence was too quiet, nights when thoughts wandered a bit too far.

For once he didn't find his chirpy demeanor, instead watching quietly as they approached. Silence stretched forth between them, the only sounds coming from the city below. The teen dangled his feet off the edge of one of the four Port Mafia buildings.

“Hey,” Dazai said quietly, not bothering to move the hair out of his face. “Take a seat.” Was all he said. He laid back, letting his upper body rest against the tarmac rooftop. It was flat anyways, like a big skyscraper. Everything was quiet and for a while, he just took in their presence. It was a small morsel of comfort during his internal battle.