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In this day and age, privacy is a luxury. Regular, not-chronically-online people may be able to afford it, but even then, it’s if they’re lucky enough not to attract someone’s impolite and uncaring about social rules camera lens that will have them posted on every platform possible within seconds. Then, on the other side of the spectrum, there are celebrities.
Dazai Osamu, Japan’s acting scene’s biggest star of the current generation, is one of those celebrities that post life updates online every day, so his fans always can always know what he's up to, and he's up to a lot—good, bad, questionable and all. Whether it brings him praise or scrutiny, or simply bores people who scroll past without a second thought, it doesn’t matter. At least it’s coming from him and not some hidden camera.
Photos from the shoots or during holidays, morning and evening selfies, Instagram stories, random tweets, you name it. There’s nothing Dazai hasn’t done or isn’t willing to do, and his fans love it.
Weirdly enough, despite the frequency and range of his posts, Dazai doesn't get into many controversies, be it online or in real life. He talks about his daily life and work related announcements, and little more. His socials are almost never the centre of anyone’s attention outside of his fanbase; big as it may be, it’s still only just a fandom space.
That’s why no one sees it coming when the first drops of the incoming storm wet the scene.
One peaceful day, a fan is bored. They must have been. It's harmless, really. Not even a conspiracy theory or anything too serious, but purely a joke among the mutual users and their online friends. A short, clearly far-stretched, tweet posted on a random Tuesday afternoon in relation to a selfie Dazai took at home some time ago: in the corner of it, circled in red, a glimpse of a sweater sleeve.
Perry Is Life @/str4yplatypus00
→ Never saw him wearing anything like that. Secret lover confirmed???
→ Okay but can you guys imagine, that would be WILD lol
As expected, the post gets a total of 15 likes from some mutuals and a few laughing emojis in the comments. That's it, then everyone goes about their day.
But…Well, when things are too peaceful, people have more time— too much of it, sometimes. More time to be online. More time to scroll and make up random connections that are only there if you squint at a certain angle during a total solar eclipse, or at 3:41 in the morning in a McDonald's bathroom. More time to indulge and have fun, while waiting for another drama to pop up and entertain everyone.
A few days later, someone else quotes that insignificant joke born out of boredom with another one of Dazai's old selfies, and in the corner of it—again, circled in red—what looks like a figure of someone wearing that same piece of clothing. It's blurred and outrageously pixelated as you try to zoom in and it’s barely someone’s forearm, and yet .
Yet, it’s undeniably there.
ANS SEASON 2 WHEN ? @/dontperceiveme
→ What if it's them? Anyone knows who dis???
Again, the post gets under 20 likes and reactions mostly from mutuals, as well as a random account that got here by accident and a few bots trying to promote a scammy clothing brand.
A few days later: another person.
Another post.
This time, though—it's not a few likes anymore. It gets traction .
The third person to pick up on what was being laid down posts screenshots of the first and the second tweets about this newly formed love theory, so technically, nothing new…if it wasn’t for the caption. That catches people's attention.
gacha senpai @/itsnotaddictioniswear
→ Wasn’t this taken at the set for that historical drama last month? I remember other actors taking several photos and videos that day too but I can't find a person wearing this sweater anywhere...? My theory, a thread
Dazai’s most devoted fans smell intrigue.
More sceptical people smell bullshit, because it's literally just a sweater, and, well, fair enough. Wine red isn't even that uncommon a colour for people to wear. Still, the power of fandom detectives should never be underestimated.
Suddenly, more posts and connections appear, seemingly out of nowhere. A shadow in one of Dazai’s old photos, one which people previously took for a high lamp but which could be a person at a certain angle. Another selfie and in the background, a reflection in the water glass of what looks like, once again, a person even though Dazai should be alone.
Then, it’s not just about photos anymore.
It’s about connecting the dots.
It’s about Dazai posting a story when going shopping and buying what people are now realising are clothes he somehow is never seen wearing and that don’t exactly match his style.
Another story, no voice and only with some fun pop music playing. Dazai is filming himself reading and reacting to some comments, facial expressions only. He's drinking, too. Cheeks flushed but not drunk, only tipsy—then, for less than a second, he looks to the side and smiles . Normally it would go unnoticed, but his fans have been doing the thinking and humming and enhancing every single photo for a few weeks now after that one post. They catch it immediately.
Unfortunately, it goes nowhere. The quality is too bad to figure anything from reflections.
Now, the fandom is divided. Half of Dazai's fans are saying it's all random screenshots nitpicking on blurred pixels and making connections where there is none. The other half is sure there is more to it. Dazai himself says nothing, even when the conspiracy theory goes semi-viral and breaks out of the fandom bubble.
Both camps make more or less valid points. The dedicated—obsessed?—detectives have gone through every photo and story Dazai has ever posted and the number of "suspiciously consistent evidence" is getting high. Higher than it should be under normal circumstances. There are even bits and pieces from his interviews that match up only if you know .
On the other hand, Dazai has a certain reputation in showbiz and...it's not the most flattering one. Not a player, definitely nothing that bad, but he is known to start going out to dinners and shopping trips with any actress or actor that he co-stars with. Sometimes in a friendly manner, sometimes pushing it much further.
Marketing strategy, some say.
Neither Dazai or his acting partners from the movies and TV dramas ever make any statements about dating, but nor do they ever make statements against those rumours.
Dazai is my husband @/futuremrsdazai
→ Come on guys, no one with a partner would do stuff like that
However…
Crying @/yomama69
→ But this is Dazai we're talking about lol
Hello Darkness My Old Friend @/
→ Yeah, it’s his job
Another person comments:
REOOOO @/ihavemanyhusbandsokay
→ All that marketing date baiting but he never kissed anyone. Coincidence? I don't think so
→ Just saying lol don’t attack me for it
All the while, the man in question remains statementless even once the fandom tweets go from silly fan theories to viral posts that get picked up by small and average-sized gossip magazines and podcasts. There's now a whole playlist on YouTube dedicated to videos documenting all evidence for and against the secret partner theory.
It also doesn't go unnoticed by the fans that most of the near-sightings of the “maybe partner” have been from posts Dazai made from home. Which wouldn't be a big deal if it wasn't common knowledge that Dazai never invites anyone over, ever., save for his manager who’s in charge of dragging him to sets and interviews on time.
That's the main reason the public never really fell for any of his marketing strategy dating rumours. It has always been photos from all the restaurants and cafes and parks, and not one from private, on either side. From a person who’s as good as addicted to posting. Sure .
The next escalation comes a few weeks later, during a seemingly quiet period.
It was announced some time ago: a new TV drama. Dazai is to star in it, of course, and the production began discreetly a while back but is now picking up. Hence why Dazai doesn't post as much these days, there’s simply no time for it. Sadly, no drunk or tipsy livestreams or Instagram stories, either—but then, a photo shakes the entire fandom.
It's thunder from a clear sky.
A second coming.
Lives are changed, for better or worse—
A selfie.
Dazai, in his bedroom. Visibly still half asleep but already with that teasing glint in his eyes. He's wearing dark night robes, nothing the people haven't seen before— but . But there’s more to it now, and it’s earth-shattering for some.
New evidence number one: Dazai's head is tilted, casual enough for the vibe of the post to feel natural but also showing off his neck more than he usually does. He's wearing bandages as always and...right there, if you zoom in, just barely something is peeking out from underneath the clothes.
A bruise? A mosquito bite? A simple play of light?
ceo of SX @/gameboy3000
→ Yo, is that a HICKEY ?
Comments and posts of that sort spam everywhere on the Internet within minutes. Wars break out between fans because it could be a play of light but it doesn’t have to be.
New evidence number two: as is often the case for selfies, the background of the photo is somewhat out of focus, but that doesn't stop people from enhancing and enhancing until they eat up every detail and leave no crumbs behind. And details it is that they find.
Dazai's bed is huge, no surprise. They've seen it in different stories and photos before. It's not the bed that catches their attention, it's the duvet. Even if Dazai were to be a messy sleeper who tosses and turns all night, there is a certain way a duvet would not look if only one person used it. Because one person would only get out of bed on one side, not two. Because they are, you know, one person.
Dazai's duvet has the corners tossed over from both sides.
New evidence number three: if Dazai is taking the selfie with his phone, why is there something that looks like a phone on the nightstand next to the bed? In an old interview Dazai clearly stated he can't be bothered to use two phones so he uses just one for both work and life.
Perry Is Life @/str4yplatypus00
→ WE WERE NEVER DELUSIONAL AFTER ALL
Such mentality spreads among the fans almost as quickly as:
Dazai is my husband @/futuremrsdazai
→ Y'ALL ARE MAKING SHIT UP FROM NOTHING OMFG
Two days later, Dazai is seen eating lunch and going on a shopping trip with his newest co-star, clothes matching just subtly enough. A lot of people jump to conclusions, but some don't. It fits the standard formula from Dazai's past "dates" and the girl, who plays the love interest in the show, hasn't made any statements or given any hints so far. Their clothes were probably picked by their agents, anyway.
So, a "date" happens. Then another. The usual: smiles and almost touches, posing for photos with fans, posts that mirror each other. But then—
A break from the formula: the co-star gets closer.
It's nothing unnatural but it is new. Reaching for Dazai’s arm here, brushing his knuckles there, bumping their shoulders. Dazai lets it happen without a comment but people are yet to witness any initiative coming from him to reciprocate the gestures.
A marketing strategy or not, they gain their own fans and shippers. It's February now and someone posts a piece of fanart that goes semi-viral, depicting Dazai and the co-star kissing among falling snow.
In the following days, two things happen.
One, the co-star quotes the post with a caption: “Interesting idea ;) ,” which inevitably makes the Internet go into a frenzy for several hours.
And the second big event: Dazai schedules a Q&A session live on Instagram, for Valentine's Day .
He doesn't post anything else after that on any of his socials. It’s the quietest Dazai has ever been and it’s unnerving. The fandom is holding its breath until the day finally comes and the Live countdown gets to zero.
Dazai goes live and, within seconds, thousands are watching. Comments come and go faster than most people can read. Tweets reacting to it flood the #DazaiValentinesLive tag and get it trending in under a minute.
“Well, hello to you all, too,” the actor chuckles. He raises a glass in cheers to the camera and winks at the viewers, “Happy Valentine’s Day to everyone~”
As one could expect, the comments go crazy for it and only speed up. Still, Dazai catches a few of them here and there, a perfectly balanced smirk ever-present on his lips.
“Oh, no, not this time. It’s just apple juice in a fancy glass.” As he says it, he makes a show of swirling the juice in front of his phone camera. Then, a sigh, “My manager said I’m not allowed to drink and do lives, something about it being too risky.”
[ Why? ] and [ How so? ] and [ Boo a mood killed ] and [ Because you’ll spill info on a secret girlfriend???? ] and [ I love you pls marry me ] all appear on his comment feed at once. Dazai ignores them all, not necessarily on purpose.
“But anyway,” he continues cheerfully and claps his hands, “it’s our Q&A time~ And before anyone can ask, let me disappoint you first: no, it’s not going to be chat’s questions.” He waves a paper in front of the camera for a few seconds. “My team searched far and wide and gathered some of your questions already, so I have more than enough for one day.”
A wave of disappointment does spread through the comments but it does little to discourage people from watching or asking the questions anyway. The viewer count continues to go up.
“Now then, first question~”
It’s the usual production and the pre-screening stuff, not that anyone expected Dazai’s team to keep the more spicy questions. His opinion on the source material, on the script, on other actors. Dazai only ever gives two types of answers: the semi-real ones, where he jokes more than actually states facts, and the second kind, meticulously crafted to be as politely vague as humanly possible.
No one falls for it. They never have.
It means the real answer would either be negative or he simply can’t tell anything due to NDAs. Sometimes chat can tell, sometimes they can’t.
It goes on for quite some time, longer than usual. Long enough that, by the time Dazai says he’s run out of questions, it’s the most viewers he has ever had live—and that’s when it happens.
It , being that smile that creeps up to his face. His fans know it well: the herald of mischief.
“So,” Dazai drawls, “I know I said I ran out of questions and, wouldn’t you know, there’s even a comment here from my manager that I’m meant to end the stream here.”
Because he’s Dazai, he even shows the paper and the comment scribbled on it to chat.
Also because he’s Dazai—
“But we’re having so much fun, so why not make it longer~?”
—he discards the piece of paper without a care, all the while chuckling and with his eyes sparkling as they read the excited mess that has become of the comments.
“And,” he then adds, “since we’re breaking the rules already anyway…Let’s get a real drink, shall we~?”
The fans aren’t surprised when Dazai takes out a bottle of wine from under the table. [ HELL YEAH ], most of them are saying.
“Oops, let me just silence my phone first. The messages are already incoming and I don’t want the vibrations to distract us while we’re having fun.”
[ Rip the manager’s sanity, ] comments flood in, along with the prayer emojis.
“So—any questions? Any at all ?”
And so it begins.
…meanwhile, Chuuya can’t say he’s surprised, because he isn’t, but at the same time, Dazai’s sudden change of plans makes him raise a brow in a question he can’t voice out, lest it be heard by the fans.
He’s in the same room as Dazai, as always. Whenever the actor does these short lives from home, it’s more convenient to listen to him as he does it rather than have to go and watch the video later. He never says anything Chuuya doesn’t already know, but it’s a nice thing to do for his partner, the redhead supposes.
That, and he also has a second reason: his unofficial status as Dazai’s babysitter.
Or to put it in other words: Dazai’s manager, Kunikida, is already consuming a concerning amount of head- and stomach ache medicine as it is, so Chuuya agreed to keep an eye on Dazai whenever the brunet does those lives, just to make sure he doesn’t do a big “no-no” that will shoot his career in the foot. Which, Chuuya is more than certain, is about to happen right now. He knows Dazai too well.
His own phone is already buzzing with the incoming texts from Kunikida. Poor guy, really, but he does get paid accordingly to the struggles he’s put through. For the most part.
Anyway—
Chuuya doesn’t stop Dazai, not yet. He agreed to help because he doesn’t want his partner to get in trouble with the big guys above, however, as long as Dazai doesn’t say anything NDA-specific or too controversial, Chuuya won’t intervene. Being like this, unpredictable and without a care for social and industry rules is a part of Dazai’s signature. His fans love it.
As such, Chuuya waits.
He lowers the magazine he’s been skimming while half-listening to Dazai’s prepared answers, now his full attention on the actor just in case he does plan on saying something he really, really shouldn’t. One brow still arches slightly higher, part curious and part bemused.
Dazai’s attention is on the comments.
Chuuya’s phone buzzes again. He ignores it.
Dazai is fully in his element. His eyes are sparking, their shine combined with the light-hearted tone and a few flirtatious notes and winks at the camera—he’s egging the chat on. Purposely picking some of the spicier questions to make sure people keep asking more.
His fans never disappoint.
From the most innocent [ Do you prefer tea or coffee? ] to the straight up [ Do you sleep naked and if so can I join???? ], you name it. Chuuya scoffs at some of them, amused.
It finally happens when Dazai pours himself his second glass of wine. A comment, definitely not first of its kind, but the first one to actually be picked up by the actor: [ Have you seen THAT post?? ] they ask.
Chuuya isn’t looking at the live so he doesn’t see the questions, but the moment Dazai repeats it out loud for everyone, he knows exactly what it refers to.
“Have I seen it…You mean the post my dear co-star reacted to some time ago?”
Dazai traces the rim of his glass with a fingertip, chin propped on the other hand and a lazy smirk painting his lips. His eyes aren’t on the chat, they’re on the wine.
Oh , Chuuya sighs in his mind. I know that look.
His phone buzzes again, because Kunikida also knows it.
“Maybe. Maybe, not,” Dazai teases, then grins like a Cheshire cat. “Why? Did you guys like it?”
Chuuya can guess the answers Dazai’s fans are giving by the slight changes in his expression. He sees it in the curve of Dazai’s smirk when all the [ NAH, TEAM SECRET GIRLFRIEND 100% ] pop up, and in the shadow cast on his expression when the [ Yeah! It was super cute! ] crowd gathers around.
“Is that so,” Dazai hums, as if deep in thought about the matter. “It seems like some people are…much mistaken about something, then.”
Chat starts to spam the live with question marks and more questions. Some of them are taking bets on what Dazai will say next, or whether he will say anything at all. A few are sending their thoughts and prayers to the manager.
This time, Chuuya sighs out loud but still quiet enough not to be heard. He silences his phone, too, just in case.
“Oh my~” Dazai chuckles as the waves of comments seem to have no end. “You’re really lively today, hm ? Ah, but I hate to disappoint you all—there is no ‘secret girlfriend’ around here.”
Chuuya knows better than to feel relieved just yet.
The fans, on the other hand, are quick to jump to all sorts of conclusions with the new information provided. Some say they knew all along that these “proofs” in Dazai’s photos weren’t there to begin with, while others claim that the girlfriend isn’t “secret” because it’s Dazai’s co-star, so technically they were still correct.
Some are happy, feeling victorious. Others, bitter and angry. Sad, even.
Most of them are spamming emojis of varying sorts.
“No need to cry about it, guys. I’m quite looking forward to what the rest of today will bring, and so should you~”
[ OH? ]
[ PLANS? A DATE? ASMR LIVE STREAM? ]
The last one makes Dazai chuckle, “Tempting, but maybe another time~” He winks at the camera, curls his lips in that iconic, lopsided way. “Only if you’re all good , that is.”
For a good few seconds, the comments stray even further away from the good, old PG-13.
Chuuya nearly makes him end it there and then—he doesn’t.
“’Does that mean you’ll be spending Valentine’s Day with…’,” Dazai reads another question aloud before shaking his head. “Hate to disappoint, but I have no plans to leave home today.”
[ SO SHE’S WITH YOU THEN?? AT HOME?? ]
Slowly, Dazai tilts his head to the side, lips half hidden behind his wine glass. “And why would my dear co-star be here, exactly?”
Confusion spreads far and wide.
Before anyone can come to the obvious and natural conclusion that maybe Dazai is simply single and a tease, and nothing more than that, the actor drops another bomb while wearing a face that’s innocence incarnate if you didn’t know any better:
“ Some people may like overstepping what’s in our contracts, but I won’t open my doors to just anyone who begs for it.”
For once, chat goes silent.
You could hear a needle drop.
Then, it explodes—just like Chuuya’s phone is.
No more texts, Kunikida is calling him right now. God only knows how much stomach medicine he’s taken in the last fifteen minutes.
The redhead takes the phone but his thumbs only hovers above the green button. He should take this, he knows he should. Better yet, he knows what he should do without answering the phone in the first place: stop whatever Dazai is doing. He isn’t even in on whatever plan is brewing in that head of his, but…
To be honest, Chuuya doesn’t mind.
He never has.
The moment Dazai’s career took a turn for the famous and in-demand, he knew what it meant and was fine with it. This definitely isn’t the first time people are speculating, not the first time Dazai’s co-star got too into the whole fake affection play.
Chuuya didn’t mind it, not in the past and not now, not even when he saw that post and all the reactions to it. One would think he’d be angry, maybe jealous or possessive—he wasn’t.
See, being Dazai’s partner comes with…well, being Dazai’s partner, and that man is a menace to the entire world, Chuuya included. He loves to show off in front of cameras specifically so he could nudge Chuuya about it later and try to make him jealous. That flirtatious persona he’s built for himself? All to stir Chuuya up more and more.
So, no.
Chuuya doesn’t mind the rumours and speculations. This case couldn’t be any different from all the previous ones in his eyes—but it is.
Because for the first time ever, it was Dazai that didn’t like it.
It was Dazai whose expression darkened upon seeing his co-star’s post. It was Dazai who would scroll through social media with a scowl on his face whenever he thought Chuuya wasn’t looking. It was Dazai whose smile would turn ice-cold whenever the co-star’s name was mentioned off-camera.
Before, it has always been his game and his rules.
Not anymore.
And…Chuuya can’t say he doesn’t like it, seeing Dazai like this for once. He’d be fine even if the whole world started shipping his partner with someone else for the rest of time, so long as Dazai would come back to their home at the end of a long day on the sets.
Chuuya doesn’t need Dazai to set the record straight, would never ask for it either—yet, he flips his phone face down and sets it on the coffee table. Kunikida’s call goes unanswered.
How long will it take him to drive here…? But Chuuya’s thoughts are interrupted by another low chuckle coming from Dazai, because the live is still ongoing and his partner is far from done.
“Oops, was that too much?” The actor muses. “Ah, but you know, I don’t entirely hate it when someone is begging me—“
“Oi.”
It was a trap, a blatant one, but whether Chuuya was tricked or fell for it willingly, that’s only for him to know.
He’s sitting too far away for Dazai’s phone to pick up his voice over the brunet’s, but there’s no need for it. The fans don’t need to hear him—they see Dazai’s gaze flickering up, looking past the screen for a long while, and his lips grinning.
“Ah, excuse me,” Dazai drawls. “That’s somebody’s private information, I suppose.”
His eyes are on Chuuya still.
Not even the most delusional fans can pretend anymore. They know. They know someone is there, with Dazai. In his home. They know it and what it means.
“Well, so there’s that.” Without a single drop of shame or regret, Dazai lets out a theatrical sigh that not a single soul believes in. “Oh, but my phone is about to run out of battery—” His phone is connected and charging, has been from the very beginning. “—so I guess that will be it for today. Until next time, my lovelies. Bye~”
Comments flood it at record speed before Dazai presses a single button and ends the live with a simple flicker of his finger. Just like that.
“I’d say that was scary of you,” Chuuya scoffs, safe now; the first of them to say anything, “but I think I know someone who will show you what ‘scary’ actually looks like, and very soon.”
Dazai puts his phone to the side, shrugging. “Not if I don’t open the door~”
“He has a spare key.”
“No, Kunikida-kun had a key.” His smile is that of pure innocence, his words anything but . “I changed the locks when you were out a few days ago and then switched out your key so you wouldn’t notice~”
“…”
So that’s why Dazai greeted him at the doors, like a newlywed wife, when he’s never done such a thing before. Bastard.
“So Kunikida-kun’s key won’t work anymore~”
Maybe Chuuya was wrong.
Maybe Dazai is scary—but he’s Chuuya’s kind of scary.
Sigh. “Just don’t blame me if he sends you his bill from the therapist later.”
“I would never,” Dazai chuckles, drinks the rest of his wine, and walks to where Chuuya is sitting, steps light and pleased with the little show. “But you are my partner in crime, Chuuya. Some responsibility lies with you.”
“Partner, yes,” the redhead agrees and lets Dazai peck him on the lips, “but only in life, not when you’re pulling a stunt like this. Your crimes are your own, Mackerel.”
“Now, now, I didn’t see you answering that call earlier, did I~?”
“...”
Well…maybe they are partners in everything.
“Right,” another scoff. “So, what now? Because I’m not entering showbiz just so you can show me off every time someone posts fanart of you.”
Dazai pouts, but doesn’t argue. “You could be a little bit more moved, you know?”
“By your possessiveness?”
“By how gracefully I defended your honour as my partner—or, well, your existence, at least. Tiny as it may be~”
Ignoring the last comment and shaking his head in an attempt to hide the smirk that threatens his lips, Chuuya covers Dazai’s face with his hand and pushes him away. He stands up and picks up his phone. Smiling. Ugh.
“Serves you right, after all those years of trying to get under my skin.”
“Eh? But Chuuya likes it when I get under his sheets—“
BANG! BANG! BANG!
“DAZAI OSAMU, OPEN THIS DOOR RIGHT THIS INSTANT OR ELSE—!”
The moment shatters and…well, that was a new life record for Kunikida. It only took one of Dazai’s live streams to get him to ignore traffic rules, huh? Chuuya can’t even blame him on this one. He feels nothing but respect, and maybe some sort of pity as well.
Looking back over his shoulder, Chuuya quirks a brow. “What are you waiting for? Go on, open it.”
“Or we can wait until he goes away~”
“Dazai, he’ll get in here through the windows before he lets it go.” It doesn’t matter that they live on the 22nd floor. Kunikida can and will find a way. “You reap what you sow.”
“No, no, my dearest,” as he says it, Dazai skips towards Chuuya again and wraps an arm around the redhead’s waist, pulling him close and towards the main doors with a grin. “ We reap what I sow~”
And that…
That is exactly what happens. Be it a lecture from Kunikida or the internet going crazy over this new, confirmed revelation, it’s their problem now. Dazai’s moreso, since Chuuya;s face has never been revealed to the public, but it’s enough that Kunikida knows him.
Dazai doesn’t make it any better when he starts going out with a ring around his finger, one that has been securely carried on a silver chain around his neck for the past few years. He makes no comments about it, doesn’t address it in any way.
Oh, well , Chuuya thinks the first time he sees a reaction post about it online. At least his fans won’t be getting bored anytime soon.
Indeed, they won’t be. Especially after Dazai’s performance wins him yet another award and, in the interview a few days before the ceremony, Dazai announces his plus one this time around will be, making public appearance for the first time ever, his high school sweetheart and husband .