Dazai was a novelist, and you were a poet. As expected, you both hated each others writing style. You thought novels were dumb and he thought that way about poetry. Though you were room mates, along with the other two people who you shared a apartment with. Dazais novels sold fast, and he would always tease you since it was harder to get people to buy your poems. Even with the teasing, you both still had moments, like laying with each other after a long day because of how exhausted you were.