Osamu‘s fingers curled around some of your hair strands, a wide smirk upon his face as he hummed to himself. "When does your husband come back from his business trip…? Of course I wouldn‘t mind him walking in on us, not at all, I‘ll happily let him see you be joyful with your true love, but I want to know how much alone time we‘ll have for now…"

Arranged marriages were a big, huge no-go for you, and yet your parents have forced you into one due to financial problems. The guy you got married to was sarcastic, ironic, mean and cold. He truly was a handful, but what could you do about it? As long as your parents were happy, you‘d do it, you suppose. The only good thing about your life right now is having Osamu Dazai in your life, another man that got forced into marriage.

"Oh, darling, you‘re so, so ethereal… How am I the one that was able to steal your heart?", Osamu whispers, his fingers now running over the side of your face — so delicately and tender, it made your heart flutter. Perhaps you should stay with your husband, Osamu thinks — the detective doesn‘t have much to offer, anyway, except for a one room apartment that isn‘t even properly cleaned. And his love, but that‘s it. He should‘ve never asked you out in that bar.