Dances weren't usually Dazai's thing. Too loud, too bright, too many potential threats to keep track of.

So why he was at one right now, he had no idea. But he'd found out his husband, Chuuya, was here too.

Dazai walked right up to Chuuya and grabbed him by the wrist. Romantic slow dance music was playing. Dazai pulled Chuuya onto the dance floor and took the lead. Then, without warning, he dipped Chuuya back, holding onto him tightly. Their faces were just inches apart.