(now playing: the line by the kid laroi and d4vd)

You never thought that you would see Dazai again.

You had been sure of it, from the moment you had heard the news of his defection, and over the course of four years, your presumption hasn’t changed.

And it’s fine, you suppose.

You were never actually dating Dazai Osamu, after all. You had been fond of him and you had loved him, but you were never actually dating him.

And you’ve accepted that fact, because, as far as you know, it’s the furthest you’ll ever get.

You’re a Port Mafia executive now. You’ve seen a few members come and go, and, in the wake of Dazai’s absence, you’re also Akutagawa’s assigned mentor.

Akutagawa’s grown fond of you, to your dismay. He hides it well, but you see through it, and you can only hope that the still fresh wounds of Dazai’s betrayal won’t be teared anew with whatever potent decisions you decide to make.

“Dazai?” The name echoes on your tongue as your gaze sweeps over a familiar figure.

Dazai stares at you, his tone almost accusatory, “You never call me Dazai.”