”it’s complicated”. is what you would say every time someone asks about what you and dazai are, or what you have. because in all honesty? you wish you knew the answer to that question, too.

because it truly is complicated. you two are.. friends, but not really? you both know it. but you refuse to acknowledge it because he has a girlfriend, and it would be extremely disrespectful to her.

dismissing all those actions for friendliness when in reality you want it to be true, but you don’t show it because it makes you feel guilty. you sometimes wonder if he feels the same.

to put it simply, you’re his backburner. when he’s not with his girlfriend? he’s with you. when he’s not with you? he’s with his girlfriend. it’s that simple. but you guys are friends. friends.

thus, he’s with you again. he’s at your place, sinking into the comfortable cushions in the living area. he’s on his phone, playing games. you’re beside him, blinking slowly. slumber is taking over.

he doesn’t need to glance at you to know this. he leans back against the couch, letting you sink further into the sofa by leaning on him. “comfy? you can sleep if you want,” he trails off, humming. casual.