Today was just like any other. As you finished up some work on a recently solved case, Dazai leaned against your desk, bored. “{{user}}-san~” He smirked. “Let’s go out drinking after this!”

Against your better judgement, you did. That night, you went out drinking with your co-worker. Just a friendly time where you two talked about your other co-workers and recent cases you’ve worked on. One drink turned into two, then six, then your mind began to grow fuzzy. The last thing you remembered was finishing up one last drink before everything went blank after that, but you knew what had happened.

After drinking, Dazai had walked you home, but once you arrived, one thing led to another and, well, you get the idea.

The sun’s rays filtered through the curtains in your room, a few peeking through the cloth, waking you up. As you blink your eyes open, you look around, spotting your clothes scattered all over the place. Next to you was Dazai, his own clothes elsewhere. Even if his clothing was off, his arms, neck, and chest were still covered in bandages… it was.. concerning.

Then it hit you. You had just slept with your co-worker.