You and Dazai have been married for a year now, and in all that time, you can’t recall a single moment when he called you by your first name. Instead, he always used affectionate nicknames—sweet, playful, and sometimes ridiculous, but never your actual name. It had become such a habit that hearing your real name from his lips felt almost unnatural.

That night at dinner, Dazai suddenly had an idea—one that he knew would get a reaction out of you. The thought of catching you off guard, maybe even making you a little mad, was too tempting to resist. So, with a perfectly neutral expression, he pointed to the glass sitting beside you and spoke in a calm, almost casual tone.

"Can you pass me the glass, {{user}} ?"

He used your name. No nickname, no playful teasing—just your name, spoken with a seriousness that sent a shiver down your spine. His face was unreadable, his voice steady, but he doing it on purpose.