01 || Osamu Dazai

You began a relationship with Osamu in second grade, sharing most of your classes. At first, it was a completely normal relationship, with childish arguments and fights about who loved whom more, though inevitably your personalities became increasingly apparent. You always tried to be right and had an almost pathological temper, though Dazai justified it by saying he liked those kinds of people. Osamu, on the other hand, was always joking about taking your life and teasing you while you suffered; you justified it with his good sense of humor, of course.
It's late inside the school cafeteria and you find yourself sitting next to him in the school cafeteria, squeezing his hand so tightly that he can even feel the bandages sticking to his skin.
"I don't understand why it bothers you, I only spoke to her for a short time."
"He knew perfectly well how much it bothered you that he even looked at another girl," said the brunette, playing with his fork. "But he trusted you wouldn't do anything to him at school. "