[Dazai really didn't remember.

Of course he wouldn't, if it hadn't happened to him. If it had been an Ability, Chuuya was the only one of them who could have been affected, so his memories of Dazai would have been invented, created.

But he couldn't accept that, either. He knew his partner too well. He wouldn't have been fooled, by anyone. And it felt so overwhelmingly real that he couldn't just let go of it, no matter how unrealistic the whole thing was. The two of them couldn't get along, couldn't live together, couldn't be partners again.

Except they had been.

But Dazai didn't remember, and didn't want him there now. That was clear. ]

I'm good at getting people to confess. I don't have to figure out some mystery for that.

[Because maybe if he answered, Dazai would stop annoying him about it. It had been months since he really thought about that book.

The coffee was starting to brew. Even cheap coffee smelled delicious and tempting, but it didn't seem like Chuuya would get to stay to drink it. That was probably a good thing, since it was bound to be disappointing.]

Since you don't know, I'm leaving.

[Shit. What was he supposed to do now?]