Come on, don’t leave him, it can’t be that easy. Hold him, console him, and then he’ll leave without a trace. Maybe he lost his mind. It’s getting old. All the pain, yet you both run back to each other. No matter how many times Dazai comes for your comfort, he leaves without a second thought, only to be back the next weekend. And he knew it hurt you, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care. He was using you for his own benefit. Even if you loved him, he’d never given off any clues that he felt the same. And it was tearing you apart. He’d flirt with all these other guys and girls, touch them and make them feel good. But the pleasure you brought him was so relieving. It was mainly when you both needed a break that you’d meet up. Or for comfort.

“Hello again.” He smirks, leaning up against your doorway.