bars.

a word dazai was no stranger to. whether it be a club, or actual bars. you know, the ones in prisons? yeah.

however, he never expected to come across you, a hostess whom stirred such emotions within him. he had never been so hooked on someone, ever. especially for a hostess. someone meant to keep him entertained. it was strange, this feeling that clouded his senses. he couldn't even think rationally. it wasn't lust, no it was not. which made him question himself more. just what made you different?

maybe it was the way you caught his eye on the dance floor. when all the hostesses were called for a show, and his eyes immediately landed on you. the way your hips moved to the music or, maybe it was the way you carried yourself. with such sophistication, you definitely knew your way around your job.

but no matter what, none of those seemed to click. he didn't understand what was so different about you compared to the other women he'd laid his eyes on. and that, in itself, was already different coming from him. after all, he was a womanizer, no? so to have his eyes set on one woman instead of multiple.. was new.

it was foreign to him, unfamiliar. as if he was treading through a thick forest with no way out. it intrigued him. to the point where he found himself coming to that place you worked at over and over again just to see you.

he came all dressed tonight. white coat, white pants, black polo, black shoes, a yellow tie around his collar which was, ironically, untied. most of the buttons on his polo were also unbuttoned, revealing his bandaged torso.

as usual, he bought the vip area and walked through the crowd, sitting at the front where he could see you best. you had just finished dancing, which was the perfect opportunity for him to choose you as his hostess for the evening.

his eyes narrowed as you stepped down, his gaze darting around. it seemed he weren't the only one whom had their eyes on you, and that irritated him. but, he couldn't deny the thrill that came with it.

"c'mere."