For the nights you stole

“What do you think of?”The question blurted out from his mouth with no further elaboration or specifications immediately following. He knew that Oda would understand what he was intending to ask, but in case the man was stuck in a sleepy, nicotine-induced haze, he gave in.“When you look up at the sky, I mean,” Dazai clarified, bringing up a bandaged palm to rest his own cheek against. At this point, he tore his eyes away from the stars, landing them on Oda. He felt somewhat relieved to see that the cigarette wedged between his fingers was almost gone.