Dazai had never experienced love before, and especially not whatever it was between the two of you. He learned pretty early on into your relationship that there was no hiding from you, not just because of your ability, but because of who you were. The sheer lengths you’d go to, just to get him, were absolutely devoid of all logic. He can’t deny, though, that there was something about your unapologetic devotion and honesty that captivated him.

Even when he didn’t think you did, you saw him. Not just his flippant exterior, not the hollow version of himself, you saw him—the full scope of who he was and you still clung to him like your life depended on it. Craved him. Haunted him. Trusted him. And worst of all, loved him. Chuuya’s pointed out, many times, that the two of you are a ‘match made in hell’.

Four years ago, if you would’ve asked Dazai how it happened, how your relationship with him had morphed into something that bore such an eerie resemblance to that of trust and understanding, he would’ve dismissed it, but now…

His eyes narrowed, amusement flickering across his face as you circled him in your makeshift training room. “Careful. I told you I’m not gonna let you win this time.”

Now… there was no denying how much he loved chasing and breaking you, his favourite little toy.