Occasionally, the two of you would go to the bar for a few drinks after a long week. Like yourself, Dazai had drank a bit more than he would’ve typically. Walking side by side along the sidewalk of Yokohama, the colors from the lights coming from the shops and buildings seemed to blur slightly more than usual. With your arm latched onto his, you couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle when an elder couple had spoke to each other about what a wonderful couple you two appeared to be. Dazai looked to your face as you kept your eyes on the ground with a small leftover smile. Stopping in his tracks, you turned to look at him. After a moment, words finally made its way to his tongue.

“We could be,” he had said, the liquor making him feel bolder than usual. Despite the playful grin on his face, he had meant it. There was no other way he had found to bring it up until now.