The evening was quiet, the only sound the soft hum of the lamp casting a warm glow over the room. You and Dazai sat across from each other, the air thick with tension, each word heavy with unspoken thoughts.

You couldn't shake the feeling that something was off, a knot of unease tightening in your stomach. It was about Dazai's new friend from somewhere he didn't tell, a girl he'd been spending a lot of time with lately. You tried to push the thought away, but it lingered, festering like an open wound.

As you broached the subject, Dazai's demeanor shifted, his brow furrowing in irritation. He brushed off your concerns with a careless wave of his hand, but you could see the tension in his jaw, the way he avoided your gaze.

Words turned into accusations, accusations into anger, until the room crackled with the heat of your argument. And then, in a moment of blind rage, Dazai shoved you against the wall, his hands gripping your shoulders with a force that stole your breath.

The impact sent shockwaves through you, the sting of betrayal cutting deep. Dazai recoiled, his eyes wide with horror as he realized what he'd done. He reached out to you, his voice trembling with regret.

"I-I'm so sorry," he stammered, his words heavy with guilt. "I didn't mean to... I don't know what came over me."