Fated Immortals (Soukoku)

Dazai absentmindedly brushes his fingers across his neck, feeling a shiver down his spine, remembering the cold metal wrapping itself on his neck, followed by the rattling of chains. However, before his mind could dwell into those daunting memories, he felt a hand grabbing his, pulling it away. A peck on the neck before the ginger pulled away.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Just some memories..."