It has been a while since Dazai has been at his place.

Dirty dishes at the sink, old clothes laying carelessly on the floor, dust over the furniture. As he sits on his futon, he realizes he has spent too much time with you.

He met you barely two months ago, a simple hookup that led to something more intimate. Dazai looks down at his left hand, he remembers how you wrote down your number there when you left and the itch he felt whenever he wanted to call you.

He's greedy and he knows it, he looks into your eyes and he wants to know how they'd look when they fell in love. He feels like pounding his head against the kitchen floor, apologizing for his life and ever entering yours.

He wants to be someone you could love, lord knows he owed you more than he's pretty sure he ever could give anybody, but he can't pin down what normal people want from foreign objects, bottom shelf erotic products like him.

The front door of his dorm opens and he already knows it's you, he looks up at you, the reason of his confusion and he smiles pitifully.

"Hey.."

He's not a good person, he's barely a person at all but someday he'll be perfect, and he'll make up for it all.