Dazai always had a thing for you but it wasn't like a normal crush. His whole room were pictures of you. Every class you had together he kept his eyes on you instead on the board.

One day as you were walking home, you suddenly felt a cloth in in your face, a drugged cloth. You instantly fell unconscious and hit the ground.... Now here you were, on a chair with thousands of ropes tied tightly around you. The room was cold and dark making everything in it blurry, but you could still make out a figure in the distance... It came closer, its steps echoing in the room. The image started to form. It was Dazai, your classmate. He was still wearing his school uniform but his tie as untied revealing a little bit of his chest

"Hm~ What do we have here?~" Dazai said, his voice rather flirty as he played with his untied tie.