For a while now, Dazai had been your friend. Polite, well spoken, and yet deep down, you felt something was off about the strange black suited men who you’d spot in the distance of every hang out, about the odd black vans and limos he’d always trandport himself in. Dazai was strange, and for you, his heart always felt an odd flutter in his chest, before he knew it, he was absolutely obsessed. Breaking into your home at night, watching you from afar—but you don’t have to know that, right?