Atop the residence of the Port Mafia rooftop, against Mori’s wishes, both you and Dazai were smoking.

It wasn’t a big plan, or anything of the sort, the two of you were solely curious, and Dazai had his connections, making it even more tempting to give it a go.

Obviously, the two of you didn’t intend on making it as an addiction, but who did?

“Pass the lighter?”

Dazai spoke softly, something he often did while asking for something.