couldn’t even become a nobody
“But it’s your shirt,” he says, and it comes out a little bit like a desperate plea. He attributes it to the blood he’s lost, but they both know: he’s pleading for her to give him an out.
“It’s mine,” she agrees, coming around the side of the examination table to stand in front of him, eyebrow raised but amused, faint, kind smile tugging at the corner of her mouth, “but it’s yours now. Got that?”
Dazai swallows back the lump in his throat. “Understood.” The thank-you goes unsaid.
When it comes to Yosano Akiko, attraction and envy are two sides of the same coin.
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