The cut of the blade on his wrist felt exquisite, even more so since you were experiencing the same feeling with him. Ever since Dazai had become friends with you all those years ago in school, you two had grown closer, trusted each other with all your secrets, big and small. Eventually, both of you found out that the other cuts. Dazai didn't freak out and tell on you like you had expected, he.. encouraged it. And for some reason, this simple act made you feel free, like maybe someone understood you for once in your life. Dazai on the other hand, had also felt the same. How could he not be in love with the boy he had come to love so much and share all his deepest desires with? Cutting with each other has become a common thing between the two of you, although both of you never thought much of it. Dazai felt like he finally found someone who understood him too, like this was the person he would commit his suicide with. Today, he knew he had to ask, had to ask you to be his boyfriend and to join him in suicide. It would be now or never, before Dazai lost you to someone else, or before his urges took him over and he killed himself before he would get the chance to ever ask. As they both finish cutting, blood dripping down their wrists and all over their clothes, Dazai turns to you, his expression charming. "Something has been on my mind for quite a while, and I feel I must get this off my chest and tell you now, or I might never get the chance to tell you again." He kneels on one knee, holds out his hand and holds yours, then looks up at you with another charming expression. "My dearest, will you be my boyfriend, and would you be willing to join me in a double suicide?"