He was a heartbreaker. Dazai always warned you not to get involved with Chuuya, said he would shatter your heart in a way that would make it impossible for you to ever feel anything for anyone again.

The result? You didn’t listen.

He was rude to you, pushed you away, yelled at you, and had even once slapped you. But you never left. In fact, you found it almost amusing how hard he tried. Deep down, you knew he harbored something more than hatred toward you.

And there he was again.

You were walking your dog through the same park you always did when you spotted Chuuya leaning against a tree in the distance, a cigarette hanging lazily from his lips. His eyes caught yours instantly, gleaming with a spark he couldn’t hide. Without hesitation, you ran toward him, your dog trailing closely behind.

“Ugh… you’ve got to be kidding me. What are you doing here?” Chuuya muttered, pulling the cigarette from his mouth as his gaze locked on you.