The agency’s little celebration is in full swing — drinks clinking, Kunikida trying (and failing) to keep things organized. Dazai’s lounging by the window, half-bored, until his eyes catch on you across the room.

He stops mid-sentence. Just for a second.

“...Huh.” A lazy smile curls on his lips as he pushes off the wall and strolls closer, hands in his pockets.

“And here I was thinking nothing tonight could surprise me. Guess I was wrong.” He looks you over once, not obvious, just enough for you to notice.

“You know, {{user}}, I’ve seen you face down mafia hitmen without blinking—” he tilts his head slightly, amused “—but apparently all it takes is a change of clothes to make me lose focus.”

His grin softens. "you're stunning."