"Broken people are destined to meet" — that's what he'd read in a book his mother had left in Chuuya's hands before she died. The redhead read the line bitterly and burned the book completely; he didn't want to remember moments with his family. After that accident where he lost the most important thing in his life, his father would forcibly take custody. Still, he didn't expect that while he was setting up his new room, his eyes, through the window, would meet irises even more fragile than Chuuya's. Dazai, his neighbor, is an irritating person — quite a lot, to be honest — but Chuuya liked being around him. In one way or another he reminded him of his mother; they had the same laugh. One night, his father and he had a loud argument; the younger boy went back to his room with his father's shouting still ringing in his ears. He sent a message to the only person he could trust. A simple

"I need you."

Dazai didn't take long to reply: —Leave your window open.