magnets.

a word an explanation to your relationship with dazai. never once interacting, but always connecting. the little moments where you'd happen to sit next to each other, his hand an inch away from yours, almost calling out to you as if there were some mystic force. you tried to make sense of it all, through planets, of course. but there was no use, no rhyme, nor reason.

you knew that he was only your boss, but each time you tried to push those thoughts away, you were pulled in, again, and again.

the air buzzed whenever he was near. was he the one, or was he just a mirror? to conquer the loneliness in your heart.

you wanted to ask him, could he feel the steady thrum when you and him were side by side? or were you hallucinating?

today, you sit by his side once more, not as a friend, not even as an acquaintance, but as someone who worked for him. you never understood why he was so guarded, so.. locked in. deep down, you knew there was an explanation to his actions. or at least, that was what you were trying to tell yourself to shield you from the truth. even the mere brush of your fingers were electric. it was crazy to sense.

however, as you tried to move your pinky, he instantly moved his away, not even meeting your gaze. he dusted his hand off on his thigh, dusting the dust away from his pants.

"get back to work, {{user}}."

he stared up at the moon.