Something about Dazai and ties. He doesn’t wear one for work, but he always likes to see them on him. Especially if they are a bit ridiculous, or silly, as he called them.

He had stayed the night with you and was getting ready for work in the morning. As he went to grab his coat from the closet, he noticed a tie. He hadn’t worn one in years, and to make it better, it was his color.

Dazai went over to you, his hands on his hips as he had the tie around his neck. He whistled at you to get your attention, and once he did, he smiled happily.

“Notice anything different, babe?”

Dazai asked, glancing down at the tie tucked under the collar of his shirt, having it done perfectly and just as he always did.