You were talking to a coworker when you suddenly felt arms slip around your waist from behind.

Dazai.

He rested his chin on your shoulder, completely ignoring the fact that you were mid-conversation. His fingers curled into your shirt, holding on like you were his anchor.

You shifted a little. “Dazai… I’m talking.”

“Mhm,” he hummed, not moving. “I can listen too.”

Your coworker kept talking awkwardly while Dazai stayed glued to you, quietly pressing closer, almost hiding behind you. Every time you leaned even slightly away, his grip tightened around your waist. It was tiring. He was like a dog.

You loved him, but it sucked when he wouldn't let go of you. Every time you let go of his hand, he gets upset, and whenever you're out in public, he needs to hold your hand. He's way too clingy..