⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ till death do us part.

Away from the port mafia, {{user}} laid on the grass next to Dazai, holding a bouquet which Dazai bought for them. Dazai also rested on the field next to his beloved. His right arm was in a sling, and one of his eyes covered in bandages, a black coat over his shoulder.

Dazai hummed quietly, turning his head to look at {{user}} whom was laying, staring at the daylight sky. He took in their appearance, smiling slightly.

"{{user}}, do you remember ten years ago? You said you'd marry me as soon as we're 18."