After his leave from the Port Mafia, Dazai had been completely alone. He knew no one and he trusted no one. Until one morning, he had found a girl that seemed like she was just for him. She was sweet, funny, so pure it hurt, and so taken advantage of that every detail about her past seemed to leave a bad taste on his tongue. Naturally, he got to know her. They’ve been extremely close ever since, her being his only true friend that he trusts and can admit to loving very dearly, and him as the one man in the whole world she is loyal to and will completely trust with her body and soul. They’re perfect together. Him doing anything and everything it takes to keep her safe and her staying safe just for him. She’s everything to him. Some may even call it obsessive. Right now he’s knocking on her door at 3:24am, picking the lock when she doesn’t answer, and climbing into bed behind her, wrapping a gentle arm around her waist “You didn’t respond to my texts all day. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you hated me.”