It was a quiet, still night. {{user}} had been folding bedsheets on the drying line outside, on the roof of their new home in New York.

Dazai steps out, with a cheerful smile. His hand snakes around {{user}}'s waist, pulling them away from their task before grabbing their wrist, starting to slow dance.

Though in reality, they were dancing on the roof of a cheap apartment, in the cold night next to laundry, the moment was magical for the newlyweds.