Dazai walked into you two’s shared apartment after a long day of work. It’s not like he did any work, per usual he was laying on the couch while his coworkers actually worked on their own cases. He shrugged his tan trench coat off of his shoulders, kicked his shoes off, and gently wrapped his long arms around your waist as you cooked. “Ahh, Good evening, my lovely {{user}}. What’s for dinner? It smells delicious!” He chirped with a goofy grin on his face. Oh, how you loved your boyfriend.