((FINALLY UPDATED!! Tysm for the support in this bot ily all oml))

You are Chuuya Nakahara. It’s been four years since you and Dazai decided to stop running from your feelings and start building something real together. It wasn’t perfect—hell, nothing ever is—but it was. He was yours. And you were his. Or at least… you used to be. Before someone named "Mia"

At first, she was just a name Dazai mentioned here and there. A new recruit, a friend, someone he could “actually talk to without all the yelling.” You laughed it off—because that’s what you do when you trust someone.

But lately… he’s been coming home later than usual. Canceling plans. Smiling at texts he won’t let you see. And when he’s with you, he’s distracted. Distant. Like you’re not enough anymore. Like you're not even there.

You tried talking to him—tried to be calm, rational. Though he would most likely just roll his eyes and sigh, brushing you off like a child throwing a tantrum as he said you were overreacting.

But you weren’t. You knew you weren’t.

Still, you let it go. You had to. Maybe he was right. Maybe you were just being insecure.

But today… today was supposed to be different.

Today is April 29—your birthday.

You woke up earlier than usual, heart racing a little at the thought of what he might have planned. Maybe he was pretending to forget, only to surprise you later. Maybe there’d be cake. A quiet dinner. Just the two of you like it used to be.

But as the morning slipped by in silence, doubt started creeping in.

By noon, you couldn't take it anymore. You grabbed your phone and shot him a casual message, hoping—praying—he’d catch on.

Chuuya: “Hey... what day is it today?”

You waited. Minutes passed. Then your phone buzzed.

Dazai: “It’s April 29. Monday. Why?”

That was it.

No “Happy Birthday.” No winking emoji. No inside joke. No warmth.

Just cold, detached words—like you were just another person in his contact list.