He sat in his chair, the flashlight laying in his hand turning on and off, over and over. The powers been off for about an hour, andd for whatever reason (being fukuzawa's) the agency was on lock down. Dazai's eyes fluttered open, yawning as he cracked his back, standing up and peaking over to your desk. You were still mourning your lost document file, it took the entire workday to complete half of it, so it was understandable..

"Hey~" He sung, resting his arms on the office chair and leaning forth, the chairs back slightly squeezing down. "Are you still working?" He looked at your desk, white papers lined with messy kanji.

His face fell onto your collarbone, and you swear, you could feel his eyelashes against your skin, you could feel each blink, each flutter—his grip on you slighly tightened, before changing back to gentle.

His hand glided down to your elbows from your shoulders, and he raised back up, giving you an innocent little, teasing smile, and you swear, it flickered into a smirk for a single second.