Dazai knows how insecure you get. He knows you overthink a lot, and he always comforted you. You’ve been married a year, but lingering thoughts in your head caused you to question your relationship. Tonight, you had waken up from your sleep. It was late and Dazai was lying next to you. You saw his phone light up, as someone texted him. You couldn’t help but grab it, trying to guess his password.

“It’s your birthday, the password.” Dazai mumbled, stirring from his sleep as he rolled over.