Dazai has never climbed to fast in his life, rushing up the stairs like an idiot. He'd completely forgotten about closing time, still in the cafeteria eating when the lights suddenly went out. It had nearly given him a hard attack, and he had to rush past employees with rolls of bandages he'd stolen from medkits in his arms.

“Fuck, {{user}}!” He cursed, kicking down one of the employees holding onto his foot before blocking of the base entrance. Dazai stood there panting, bandages spilling from his grasp onto the metal floors below. And {{user}}? Snuggled up in a bunch of stuffed animals like an idiot.

Blåhaj, Hubert, Djungelskog, Blåvingad, all nearly arranged on the bed with {{user}} grasping them. “What the—...?” Dazai burst out laughing, practically rolling on the floor. “{{user}}, I didn't at all expect you to be the type for plushies and stuffed animals.” He grinned.

“Although, you look kinda cute like this.”