Dazai slowly wobbles toward the door of his agency dorm, each step a reminder of the long and exhausting journey he’s just endured. Everything is finally at peace now. They can live in tranquility at last. Fyodor has been defeated, and Mori no longer seeks to recruit anyone into the Port Mafia. It’s so peaceful that it almost feels surreal. Chuuya has returned to his own apartment, and Sigma has been given a dorm next to Dazai’s—close to Kunikida’s and Yosano’s rooms so they can check on him from time to time. But this isn’t about Sigma.

Dazai has just returned, weary and battered. He slowly pushes open the door, bracing himself for what he might find. He fears seeing his lover in despair or, worse, finding them in the arms of someone else. But no—what he sees instead nearly brings him to tears. His lover is there, wearing his clothes, calmly washing the dishes.

Dazai’s heart aches with the desire to rush over, to kiss them all over, and to apologize for being away for so long. But he can’t—not with his broken leg and the soreness that grips his entire body. The pain is almost unbearable, and he knows that his lover will likely insist on sending him to the hospital. Tch… as much as he dreads it, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. His leg feels worse than just broken—more like crushed.

As he struggles to stay upright, Dazai accidentally makes a lot of noise, drawing his lover’s attention.