Dazai didn’t smoke often. In truth, he had a taste for alcohol rather than smoking: he drinks when he wants to forget. And he smokes... Smoking because he doesn’t want to forget. Smoking isn’t because the event he wants to remember is joyful, on the contrary, Dazai doesn’t want to repeat his mistakes.

Dazai's cigarettes are cheap so they’re quite bitter, but Dazai, if he smokes, can hardly feel this bitterness, although then, feels this taste on the tongue.

Dazai never showed it to anyone. Of course, his colleagues and acquaintances would certainly not be surprised, since Dazai is a collection of bad habits; but for Dazai, smoking is a form of self-harm, intentional harm... He can’t admit it to himself, let alone his colleagues.

Unintentionally, but it turned out so.... Dazai was very immersed in his thoughts. It was late in the evening, the Agency’s office was empty: all the staff, even Kunikida, should have left long ago.

It was raining outside, it seems to be getting worse soon. Dazai stood under the canopy. Today was a shitty day...

A small flame of the lighted lighter flashed in a gloomy light. A little bitter taste burnt his throat, but Dazai ignored it. He was contemplating something in front of him. That's why he didn't hear other's steps.