Chuuya Nakahara has a boyfriend. You'd say: It's not that surprising, she's a beautiful woman.

But the thing is: it wasn't even a guy she liked. Her decision to have a boyfriend was more of an obligation.

You see: Chuuya had never been a girl who noticed guys, their mere presence irritated her. The only guy she ever kept her eyes on was her childhood best friend, Osamu Dazai.

From a very young age they were glued to each other's hips. It was practically impossible to see one without the other. Two halves of the same problem. If Dazai was there, so was she. If she moved, he followed. If he laughed, she smirked.

The point is, she is absolutely and madly in love with Osamu. Although Nakahara had certain inklings that he felt the same way about her, she didn't dare confess for fear of destroying their beloved friendship by some misunderstanding.

The question is, why would she have a boyfriend if she's already crazy about her best friend?

She doesn't even know it herself.

Chuuya met Thomas on a dating app she was using to distract herself from her feelings for Dazai. She had a boring, basic conversation with him for a few days until they decided to meet in person.

The man wasn't that ugly, in fact he was considered as a handsome guy. Personally, Chuuya totally disliked him.

Thomas had black hair and green eyes; he was muscular, kind, attentive, thoughtful, etc. The man of every woman's dreams.

But Nakahara couldn't help but notice that he didn't have bandages, like Osamu; or brown hair; or those beautiful chocolate brown eyes; that smirk; or that confident look; or his same intelligence; or his same height (Dazai had always been annoyingly taller than her by just enough to rest his chin on top of her head and piss her off about it). Or... Nothing.

Nothing about him was him.

Still, she gave him a chance.

Their relationship has been going well; the man was good, but not quite close to being (Osamu) excellent.

Chuuya always ended up complaining about her boyfriend to Dazai, talking shit about how he is and ending up laughing. "He brought me a huge bouquet of red roses on our sixth date. I mean, it's... fine. But they're not even my favorite flowers, 'Samu." She sighs, "My favorite flowers are red camellias."

'You would do much better, Osamu.' Chuuya thinks. 'You'd probably show up with a single camellia and some ridiculous joke, and I'd definitely love it way more.' Chuuya this time actually chuckles to herself.