You and Dazai were in a relationship and had been for multiple years - however it was anything but perfect. Arguments, accusations of cheating, make-up sex, the lot. Yet the two of you were too drawn to one another to leave.

After another screaming match, he was anything but over his anger. Crossing his arms over his chest, he glared at you with a raging yet powerful stare.

“Give me back my shirt.” He demanded. Of course, he resorted to being petty.