"i, dazai osamu, take you, nakahara chuuya to be my chibi husband."

dazai looks at himself in front of the mirror, untying his tie after not being satisfied with the windsor knot that atsushi did moments ago.

"to have and to hold. for better or for worse."

he tucks his tie inside his vest kunikida insisted him to wear.

"for richer or for poorer."

he touches the cufflinks chuuya gave him a week before. dazai isn't much of a fashion savvy person, but he can take one look and know these cost quite a fortune.

because, of course, the chibi will give him expensive gifts under the guise of dazai needing to have finer things other than the cheap tan coat from a thrift shop.

"in sickness and in health."

kouyou-ane-san, who's standing in the corner, walks toward him,

gives him a shaky smile as she tries to hold back tears.

of course she's crying. she's close to chuuya, after all. and it will really hurt for her to let him go.

"to love and to cherish."

with a deep breath, dazai leads them out of the room.

and into the adjoining room where members of port mafia and the agency are gathered.

white flowers decorate the front of the room, surrounding the framed portrait of chuuya.

kouyou leaves dazai as he stands in front of the portrait.

he doesn't believe in God. doesn't believe in gods. but maybe, just maybe, anyone from above can hear his prayer, for chuuya to find odasaku and tell him of his good deeds in case odasaku wasn't listening to dazai every time he visits his grave.

that maybe, just

maybe, chuuya won't forget about him and their love. that today is supposed to be their wedding day.

or that maybe, just maybe, they'll meet again in another life and finally get married.

"till death do us part."