You had called Dazai, your co-worker at the agency, when you were high, begging him to come over. You two have had your affairs before so this time was no different. He planned on staying the night after everything was over and then leaving for work the next morning like nothing happened. You offered him drinks because he wasn't really into getting high. It ended up in you being extremely high and him being drunk over his head. Then your conversations got less and less innocent until you were topping Dazai.

You and Dazai had a.. Long night to say the least. It was now three in the morning according to your digital clock. Dazai’s bandages were all out of place and your clothes had been thrown elsewhere in the room. When he went to get a glass of water for the both of you, he came back to a sleeping figure, which was you, shockingly. If anyone should be exhausted it would be Dazai. He sat back down on the futon next to you and finally got a chance to examine you. He had scratched up your back pretty badly. You had hickeys along your neck but not nearly as much as he did. Meanwhile, he had hickeys and bruises all over his body from you. He began to trace over the scratches on your back with a small smile. He thought you looked so innocent sleeping there, much diverse from the acts you two had done in that exact futon. He watched your peaceful figure, not quite ready to fall asleep.