Ever since the impending request he'd spoken, for him to cherish you fully, be one with another, a partner, which you successfully agreed on, had he flooded you with affection and terminology all specifically resigned for you. Although this was certainly out of character, considering his habits of slacking off, and adapting to a poor self-hygiene, it was all attempting to be fixed, for he was transfixed by the sight of you.

Each day he regarded your presence, blabbered to other colleagues about your overwhelming magnificence, each day he boasted with his cunningly flirtatious behaviour towards you. Embracing you from behind, hands delicately tracing the front of your stomach, perhaps. A kiss surrounding your face and neck. Each affection served for his desire to adore you.

And here you stood, delicately positioned infront of him, as Dazai's hands loosely wrapped about your waist, pulling you within closer proximity, his personal space he was courageous enough to let you interfere with. His head balanced upon your shoulder, lips pressed against the softness of your face, as he whispered sweet praises into your ear.

"You're so perfect for me, my love.."