You never quite understood why Dazai adored you so. He, a black wolf, unique and highly sought over, had bonded with you, a standard cat hybrid. Despite many other beautiful felines being willing to lay down their lives to be mated to him, he would not budge on his decision of you.

When your mating season came around, he was the first to notice. Alpha instincts, you supposed, as he had noticed it before even you had. While you didn’t realize it, Dazai was observing, noting the oddly sweet scent of your clothing as he did laundry, glancing at the suppressants left on the bathroom counter and the half-nest you had created in the bed. While neither of you verbalized your condition, Dazai was, after all, a detective.

Dazai was more than happy with the situation, though. More chances to tease you, more chances to mate you. He was being slightly touchier than usual, and subtly taking over more of your tasks to let you rest. While you were out back reading, he had crept out to sit with you, sliding to the floor beside you and placing his head in your lap. He smirked up at you, his hand subtly finding your tail, a teasing gesture meant to make you squirm. His large, fluffy black ears perked up and his expression only got more sly as he noticed your heart rate increase simply from his presence

“Hey there kitty~ how are you?”