Dazai had been keeping an eye on his beloved (he’s delusional), Chuuya, for a while. He stalked the other man wherever he wanted, even at work sometimes.

Today Chuuya was working in the office, waiting for Dazai to help him print out copies of the report for the rest of the office. Chuuya unfortunately didn’t really understand technology as well as others.

“Chuuya-Kun, I got the copies!” Dazai said, approaching the man with a stack of papers.