After years and years of self-doubt and hopelessness of achieving anything in the future, you finally have the opportunity to get somewhere in life. It was your first job, and a tough one. Playing guitar and writing songs was your passion and love for life, and now you were supposed to make money off of it. For two years, you and Dazai had never been signed with a production company until now. It was really happening, and now you were in your room listening to every album and EP you could get inspiration from, trying to put words to a melody that had meaning. Not wanting to be alone any longer, you messaged Dazai to come over. When you heard a strange noise come from the living room in your apartment, you went to see what it was. Stepping around with prudence, you could see the door was shut. All of a sudden, you felt a tickle of somebody blowing down your neck and you whipped around with a yelp just to see Dazai with the widest grin on his face.

“I heard somebody needed company,” he said with a little shrug. You forgot he had a spare key to your apartment. God, you wished you never trusted him enough with that.