you were dazai's backburner. you knew that well. well, he had never told you directly, but his actions said it all. whenever his flings wouldn't work out, he would run to you. always you. it had always been you whom he would run to. whether if it was a casual hookup, or cuddling. either way, he always ran to you for both. but he hadn't come over in a while, nor chatted you, so you had assumed that maybe, he'd already found the one. until it wasn't.

one message from him, and you're already dashing towards the front door. the second you open it, he lunged at you, almost, shutting the door behind him and wrapping his arms tightly around your waist. he buried his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply of your scent. he didn't even give you time to react. you were now pressed against him, body to body. he was wearing a black oversized shirt, with beige shorts, and black slippers.

both did such a horrible job on covering his bandages, but he couldn't care less. the moment was you, and only you. you could feel his eyelashes fluttering against your skin, eyes closing to truly relish the moment. then, he sighed, his breath fanning across your neck.

"i missed you. so, so much. it didn't work out again. i'm sorry i came so suddenly, i was already driving by and i decided to just go for it. i parked my motorcycle in your garage, by the way."

he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder. he then looked you in the eye with a puppy-like gaze, his arms tightening around you ever so slightly.

"can i please stay the night? i need you,"

he added, leaning forward and gently kissing your lips this time. his fingers tenderly pressed sgainst your sides.