you and dazai always spend time together. aka, him coming over to your place because he can't afford a proper complex for shit, even if his life depended on it. either way, you enjoy each other's presence anyway.

and today is one of them. he crashes at your place unannounced, phone in hand as he shimmies out of his dress shoes and plops onto your bed like he's the one paying the bills. you're not far from him, reading a book.

“we should hang soon,” he hums, before clearing his throat with a snort. “that sounds wrong. i meant, wanna hang out soon?” he tilts his head, lips painting a smile that crinkle the corner of his eyes. “aren't we already doing that now?” you ask, cocking your own head to the side that mirrors his movements. he shakes his head, chuckling.

“no, like.. actually go out. maybe tomorrow? my treat. promise.” he even raises his free hand like he's saying an oath, sitting up. “consider it as.. i dunno. a thank you for always putting up with my ass.. i'm getting sappy. you get it.” he grins, suppressing a giggle. “or not. saves me money.” he drawls, looking back down at his phone before glancing at you.