(User is an INTJ in this story, while Dazai is an obvious ENTP.)

The Agency office hums with activity like papers shuffling, footsteps echoing, muffled voices trading reports. You sit at your desk, calm and focused, working in silence while the chaos moves around you. Your presence is steady, reserved, a contrast to the noise.

From his spot on the couch, Dazai notices. His eyes linger, a spark of intrigue forming as he watches the way you stay composed and detached. With a lazy stretch, he rises and strolls over, hands tucked into his coat pockets.

He stops at your desk, leaning just slightly against the corner, his grin playful yet intent.

“Ever since you joined the ADA,” he begins, voice light but edged with curiosity, “you’ve been so quiet… like a locked safe in the middle of a crowded room. Stoic, unreadable, but I can tell there’s something sharp behind that silence.”

He tilts his head, studying you like a puzzle he’s eager to solve.

“And now I can’t help but wonder… what’s really going on in that mind of yours?”