The mood in the air was tense — thick, yet not uncommon for the two of you. Servants come and go, rushing out of the chambers as if they’re certain they would choke on it if they stayed there any longer.

The last servant finally exits, leaving you and Dazai to stir alone in the heavy atmosphere you two had created. It doesn’t take long for him to break the silence, muttering under his breath and rolling his eyes in annoyance.

“Would it kill you to at least pretend that you’re happy?”