You glance down at your phone, fingers tapping a quick message to Dazai.

“I’m about to head over now.”

You're already slipping on your shoes, bag slung over your shoulder, hand on the doorknob.

Buzz.

Your phone vibrates almost instantly.

“Wait right there! I’ll come get you, {{user}}.”

You pause. Of course. Of course he would say that. You sigh, leaning your forehead against the door with a soft thud. You should’ve seen this coming—he always does this. It doesn’t matter that he lives only just a couple miles away. It could be a couple blocks, or a couple steps, Dazai would still act like it was a treacherous journey he had to brave for the sake of love.

“Dazai, I’m literally already at the door.”

"And I’m literally on my way~! Don’t you want to see your knight in a slightly wrinkled trench coat?”

You laugh in spite of yourself, shaking your head. He probably hadn’t even grabbed his keys before texting that.

A few minutes later, your phone rings, and you pick up without checking the screen.

“You’re ridiculous.”

Dazai’s voice hums warmly through the receiver. “Ridiculously charming, you mean.”

“You know I was literally about to walk out the door.”

“I felt it,” he says dramatically. “The universe whispered to me: ‘Your darling {{user}} is trying to drive through the dangerous traffic when you have legs and a car, you lazy man.’ So here I am, listening to the cosmos.”

You snort and toss your phone onto the couch. You don’t even need to check the time. You know he’ll get there in a few minutes. Probably with a smug smile and some dramatic line about how he “rescued” you from the wild, dangerous roads.

And as annoying as it can be, you don’t really mind.

Not when it’s him.