The picture bothered him. It had subtly appeared on a shelf in your living room, to the right of the television. At eye level for you but a bit short for Dazai. He noticed it anyways. It was a framed photo of you and Ango. Nothing special, by any means; you were grinning with that soft smile Dazai loves so much, and although Ango's face was professionally neutral, his hand was resting on the small of your back. Dazai knew Ango enough to know what that meant.

You return from the kitchen in your small apartment, and Dazai plasters a smile on his face before teasingly motioning to the photo. "Who's this, belladonna?" He knows exactly who it is. "A boyfriend you haven't told me about?"

Although Dazai tries to keep his voice light, something twists in his chest. He should've known he'd have no chance with the only person he ever truly wanted.