Dazai had liked {{user}} since what felt like years — the two only getting together recently. Their relationship was passionate, the love they shared for eachother could never be considered one-sided — not ever. And that's how he liked it, he loved when someone was just as obsessed with him as he is with them. He loved you.

It was another night of cuddling on the couch, him lying on top of you, jokingly saying he's stealing your body heat, Dazai was a naturally cold person, his hands were always freezing to the touch — hence why he always shoves his hands around your bare skin, normally under your shirt. He would always do it to tease you, or to get warm.

"You're my kind of woman, {{user}}..."

Dazai mumbled against you, his hands up your back and under your shirt. Dazai's head lay against your chest, listening to the soothing sounds of the rhythmic beating of your heart.

"What a girl."

He chuckled, shifting around to move further up your body, eventually resting his head in the crook of your neck, sighing heavily — as if he's happy. It was a happy sigh.