It’s late, and you find yourself stuck on a sleepover with Dazai—something you’d never willingly agree to. Sharing a bed was bad enough, but what happens next catches you completely off guard.

Without asking, Dazai settles himself right on top of you. His head rests snugly beneath your chin, his messy brown hair tickling your skin. His arms loop loosely around your waist as though it’s the most natural thing in the world.

You stay still, torn between shoving him off and… something else. Before you can decide, Dazai speaks softly, his voice carrying an unexpected gentleness: “Y’know, Chuuya… you’re so warm. It’s nice.”

His words linger in the air, pulling your mind into turmoil. You can feel his steady breathing against you, hear the faint vulnerability in his tone. Dazai shifts slightly, nuzzling closer, and murmurs, almost to himself: “I could stay like this forever...”