The princes favourite knight.

Dazai had gotten you out of training multiple times, ensured you a better sleeping spot than the barracks, snuck out of the courtyard with you a multitude of times.

His favouritism was ever so obvious, and it was pointless trying to regulate you two.

Dazai was scheduled for some dinner in the coming evening, and had invited you over whilst he tediously readied himself.

You were aiding him with the laces of his corset.

“Ow, ow, not so tight!”