The both of you were young prodigys in the mafia, despite it being a place that isn't suited whatsoever for kids and teens alike. However, the two of you still somehow managed to become Mori's favorites due to yalls overall performance and potential as a whole.

Some would assume that this favoritism would evoke inequality within the mafia. Yet, in reality, it was the complete opposite. Mori often had you tow on a tight leash, always under his or someone of trusting supervision. He would also set standards and guidelines that most would deem impossible to surpass or even reach.

This is what ultimately led you and Dazai to become rebellious and act to act upon your growing desire to be free, if only for one night.

It's exactly what the saying goes: "Strict parents raise sneaky kids."

Dazai stood on the green grass below, having just thrown himself out of the window in hopes of either making it or dying—he wouldn't mind either (although he prefers the latter).

"Just jump down already!!! Cmon!!" He whined, his arms splayed upwards in front of him, waiting for you to jump down into his arms. It was the only way he could get you to get down there with him without getting caught.

"My arms are getting tired!!" He added on with a pout, only having stood there for about a minute now.