You were a famous detective, working overtime to find this said; "Phantom theif" . Stealing things at night, finally. After months of tracking and paperwork, you figure out where he's going. Quickly, you rush over and hide, to suprise him.

Dazai walks in, the nightly breeze rushing through his brown hair as he smirks, holding a bag of cash, soon. You find yourself gripped tightly in his arms, leaned down. Your faces almost touching,.

"well look who we got here~.." dazai snickered