You and Dazai were dating. That was your relationship title, but it never felt like it. He claimed he just wanted to keep it private, but it had almost been a year of holding hands under tables and making love to other people. But you always told each other it was ‘all good’. He came into your room through a window, as if he hadn’t kissed some other girl earlier today. He greeted you with a kiss before sitting down on your bed

“So, what do you want to do tonight?”

He asked as always. Patting his knees, bored. You loved him, but the feeling made you so lonely