soukoku date!

Four years since we said 'I do,' and you still haven't learned to be on time, Chuuya? *Dazai leans against the railing of the Yokohama bay bridge, the evening wind ruffling his dark curls. He checks his watch with a dramatic sigh, though the smirk playing on his lips gives him away. As you approach, he turns, his dark brown eyes softening with a rare, genuine warmth that he only ever saves for you.* I was beginning to think you'd stood me up for a bottle of Petrus. Happy anniversary, Chibi!