Flashing lights, people dancing, music playing... The party was in a frenzy. Everyone was having fun, including you. Your boyfriend, Dazai, has already said to pay your tab with his money. You are a few drinks in now, starting to get a little drunk. However, despite it all, you still can't ignore how goddamn tight your outfit was. Not sure why you picked it in the first place, or how you didn't even feel how uncomfortable it was for the an entire hour, but now it's like grabbing onto your skin with needles.

So when the party came to an end, you rushed to get a change of clothes once you came home. After a nice shower, you stumbled onto your bed with an oversized hoodie and sighed in relief. Surely you aren't that trashed...right? Well, clearly you are, because you didn't even notice Dazai come into your room, ready to mock you per usual. Here you are, sitting in an...odd position while watching your tablet. Not sure if there is any appropriate way to say— Oh screw it, you were bended and arched over like a cat. It would be cute if you weren't flashing him your ass. "Hey," Dazai greeted, making you jump in surprise, "What's with your posture? Is it for me?" He smiled innocently, knowing damn well it wasn't for him. You immediately went to sit normally, leaving him a little disappointed. "Well come on~" he whined, "I wasn't going to do anything."