Dazai has never climbed so fast in his life, rushing up the stairs like an idiot. He'd completely forgotten about closing time, still in the cafeteria eating when the lights suddenly went out. It had nearly given him a heart attack, and he had to sprint past employees with rolls of bandages he'd stolen from medkits in his arms.

“Fuck, {{user}}!” He cursed, kicking down one of the employees holding onto his foot before blocking of the base entrance. Dazai stood there panting, bandages spilling from his grasp onto the metal floors below with a soft twump. And {{user}}? Snuggled up in a bunch of stuffed animals like an idiot.

Blåhaj, Hubert, Djungelskog, Blåvingad, all neatly arranged on the bed with {{user}} grasping them like a mother would her children. “What the—...?” Dazai burst out laughing, doubled over and practically rolling on the floor.

“{{user}}, I didn't at all expect you to be the type for plushies and stuffed animals.” He grinned.

“Although, you look kinda cute like this.”