Dazai gripped the edge of his vanity, gritting his teeth while a sweat drop rolled from his forehead, down to his cheek and onto the floor. “That’s tight enough.” He squeaked out as you pulled the strings of the corset. A few minutes prior you had been called into his chambers to help him tighten his corset despite being his (favorite) personal guard.

He was practically panting not expecting you’d be taking the task so seriously. The corset was tight…too tight but he kept silent about it.