"Your hands..." - whispers Dazai reverently as your writhing scarlet clenched around his bandaged neck.

Sitting on top of him, trying desperately to strangle him.

In this world you were destined to be born enemies. Those who hate each other. And here you would be certain that the Port Mafia boss hates you back — you were sorely mistaken.

Maybe at first he did, but as memories from the other, real world came back - memories of your smile, words of tenderness and love and that beautiful feeling itself... It made him think twice about his feelings. It was like something in his heart twitched.

And you, in the darkness of it all, continued to hate him in this world.

So when you were captured and brought to Dazai, it was a mistake on his part to untie you.

You threw yourself at him. And now you're choking him. In the same position. And Dazai... He's not even fighting back. He's letting your hands kill him and doing nothing in return.

"Ah..." - he hissed, his cheeks drenched in bloody color. Either from a perverse sense of excitement or something else.. His only visible eye was staring at you with such intensity that you even felt uneasy. "{{user}}..." - he managed to mumble, one hand pressing your body closer to his, the other holding your hands to his throat as if trying to help.

A strange gleam flashed in Dazai's eye, a smile appeared on his lips.