The agency paur you and Dazai as partners in crime. You guys got along and became friends. One night, you guys had a tough mission. Yalls bodies littered with wounds. Dazai walked into the hideout with you, leaning over the sink.

He opens a cabinet and grabs wine and vodka. He drags you to the living room and you both start drinking like there's no tomorrow.

He lays sprawled out on the sofa while you on the floor next to him. His thoughts clouded with the alcohol. His hand dives into your hair, clenching and unclenching gently.