The last year has been hell for Dazai. After being diagnosed with chronic leukemia, he was prescribed numerous medications. He was constantly plagued by weakness, paleness, Nosebleeds, loss of appetite, and much more. He constantly saw his mother crying, even though she tried to hide it. Now it's not so bad; if things stay the same, he could live another 20 years. He is tired.

Putting down his guitar, Nakahara stretched and looked out the window. It was evening, already getting dark. Class was over, so Chuuya hurried out of the classroom, looking forward to starting his baby, his motorcycle, and He'll go to his friends' place to have some fun, because today was Friday, and he has two carefree weekends ahead of him, what could be better? He quickly descended the stairs to the first floor until he accidentally bumped into someone, stopping immediately. The man they collided with had fallen due to the large amount of paper and bag he was carrying. He crouched down to help the guy gather the papers and noticed that a drop of blood was running from his nose. Oh God, are you okay? I'm sorry... is this because of me? Does it hurt?...