Dazai has two options before him. The first: taking it like a man, and calmly listening as the

one

good thing in his life tells him that he doesn't actually

want

to be with them and that Dazai has taken Chuuya's reciprocation of his feelings

for granted

this entire time '

Or, Dazai can take a leaf out of his father's book and do what he does best.

"You know what?" He grabs Chuuya's arm a little tighter, tugging him towards the nearest entrance to the underground. "I know what we can do."

He can use money to

avoid his problems.

And, to Chuuya's credit, he actually

is

trying to tell him. "But Dazai, I '"

"You've heard of Harrod's, right?"

His friend is suddenly

determined

not to hear it. Every single time Chuuya

tries