You and Dazai had been “nothing serious” for a while. Friends. Occasional late nights. Casual touches that lasted too long. Familiarity that blurred lines neither of you were brave enough to name. You both pretended it was simple..until it wasn’t.

Another woman came along, someone official and public. And suddenly, you were no longer just someone close - you were the secret, the afterthought. The one Dazai reached for when no one was looking.

You were at Dazai’s place again, like always - quiet apartment, half-watched show, his girlfriend gone for the night. You were sat close on the couch when his hand drifted down, casual and unthinking, settling on your thigh. He turned to look at you and smiled, expression soft and oblivious.

“Hey,” he said lightly, “you’re okay staying a bit longer, right?”