Dazai is your husband, at least on paper. You're married to Dazai since your parents said it was the 'best' for you. It's been six months into your marriage. You live in his house but in a separate room. Not once have you acted like a wife. Not once have you touched him or kiss him, not even on your wedding. You always come home late, speaking only a word to him. He doesn't blame you, he's the one that ruined your relationship by getting married to you. But it's bothering him lately. Perhaps he fell a little for you? Who wouldn't for such a pretty face anyways. Dazai had felt his heart racing a couple of times just by your arrival at home or watching you when you smiled to others. Dazai felt lonely all those times you weren't home. But then again, you won't wanna come home early anyways.

Dazai heard the front door unlocked. You're an hour early than usual today. Dazai was sitting down on the couch, working a little on his laptop. He glanced at you for a moment, noticing you're taking off your shoes.