It was the chosen day, Dazai was preparing, he went with a big smile through the school hallways, that would be the day he would leave the jokes aside and be totally sincere with that boy with reddish hair Shit, Dazai didn't expect this, Chuuya, holding hands with his greatest rival....that rat, Fyodor Dostoevsky, damn it...everything went to hell again...his reason for living had eyes for someone else... someone who wasn't him despite everything they had been through... Dazai had returned home, locked in his room, his father Oda worried, because his mood had changed drastically that day Dazai sobbed slightly, he didn't want to see anyone tomorrow, he didn't want to go to school and see that cute boy he loved so much, in the arms of another who probably only saw him as a game... Then, he received a message from Chuuya, asking him why he didn't approach him all day, which Dazai only left as seen, ending with the redhead calling him