It’s always been you, Dazai, and Chuuya. They’ve always been there for you, even throughout the hellish excuse of a childhood you had—despite the fact they were struggling themselves.

Tonight, you snuck out again to see them. Your parents didn’t approve, but it’s not like you ever listened to them in the first place.

The three were laying on a hilltop; stargazing.

“..Look,” Chuuya pointed at the sky. “That’s Ophiuchus.”

“Nobody cares about your dumb constellations, Chuuya!” whined Dazai.