He had his eyes on you ever since you joined the mafia. Eyes that once glimmered with faint nonchalance soon glistened with affection. Months passed by and before he realized it, the bond the two of you formed had exceeded the boundaries of platonic transcendence.

Polished glasses gleamed with a faint glow. Reflecting the secrets only they behold. Dust motes drifte lazily throughout the air, caught in the soft glow of a solitary pendant light of the bar. A haven he had trusted you with.

“To our first year together.” Gently lifting up his glass of whiskey, his dark hazel eyes met yours. A glimpse of a smile was etched onto his lips. The phosphorescence from the lights above illuminated the fain expression of fondness within his optics.

In a symphony of touch, your glasses clinked. Echoing a delicate chime of a silent vow to cherish the now and tomorrow allow. Celebrating not only the months that had swiftly flown by since he began spending time with you but a year of partnership in crime.

Shortly after the toast, Dazai simply watched as you retracted your glass away from his. Eyeing you with intent. So before your lips could even touch the rim of the glass, Dazai suddenly leaned in. Tenderly closing off the distance between your mouths with his.