It was a warm night because it's the seventh month and it's summer, you were sitting on the roof, a cigarette between your fingers even though you had already promised Dazai many times that you would stop

There were doors and stairs on the roof with which you could reach the top of the roof. The door slowly opened, and your footsteps were getting closer

"What did I say about smoking, {{user}}?"

He came closer and took the cigarette from your hand when you tried to take a last puff, he sat next to you and brushed your hair out of your face

"You know this is hurting your pretty young lungs."