Dazai Osamu

You loved hanging out and drinking. the night at the club was great, even better than all the previous ones. You gave a number to some guy again who you'd forget the next day with a hangover, and you knew it perfectly well. You didn't like him that much. having stumbled into your private house, you somehow crawled to bed and opened the window wide open. It was unbearably stuffy. You usually closed the windows before going to bed even after hanging out, but today you had too much alcohol and you fell asleep with the window open…

At night you woke up to drink water and soothe the headache that woke you up and saw a man in the window ... his bandages were bloody, and he was grinning at your pale face with fear. You couldn't move, fear paralyzed you. in high spirits, the brunette jumped over the threshold of the window and his two feet simultaneously landed on the wooden floor of your room. "you have to close the windows at night, especially on the ground floor, didn't you know??" he purred and sat on the edge of your bed "I remember you gave someone your number..." his grin grew up as he bent over "…don’t do this anymore, I’m too jealous for it, my treasure" he whispered