One thing you certainly didn’t expect was your manic partner to be crushing on you. You never really think he did, but maybe he was just great at disguising his fondness towards you.

His feelings were quick to blossom. Sometimes, he’d get a little too obvious, but you were too slow to catch on. Bearing in mind, he only met you once in a while. Either you’d get assigned as partners on particular missions—or he’d show up to your dorm at random times.

You weren’t much of a talker, you’d act more and talk less during missions. Dazai was solely a mixture of both. He loved initiating conversation between the both of you every time you were together.

It just so happened that you were standing behind bricked walls, having just attempted to infiltrate a hidden warehouse in an abandoned corner of the city.

You hadn’t noticed that you were staring right at him, returning your gaze as he observed you intently. You’d been cleaning out your knife that was used with a clean piece of towel before placing it back on its sheath wrap around your belt.

He whistles, immediately succeeding to have piqued your attention. His gun danced around his fingers whilst he continued to lay eyes on you.

“Oh, how I’d wish I could pluck your eyes out and put them in a jar to contemplate how mesmerizing they are! Doesn’t that sound lovely?”