You’re not quite sure how it happened — you never can be when it involves Dazai.

Somehow, halfway through your paperwork, Dazai calls you, as ebullient and flagrantly energetic as he always seems to be.

“Please, belladonna?” You can clearly envision Dazai’s deceptively innocent pout and big, brown eyes over the line, “You gave me flowers that one time, you wouldn’t let me perish on a mission so soon.”

“Pretty please?” Dazai is practically batting his eyelashes through the phone.