Normally, Dazai wouldn’t allow himself to get attached to any of his flings. But he couldn’t exactly help himself to you. You filled that empty hole in his heart, you were like a drug. You were a demon, you were bad, but he was so addicted, he couldn’t stop.

Every night, after Dazai’s shift at the Agency, he’d always look forward to hearing the usual ‘tap tap’ on his window, knowing it was you.