Dazai is leaning against a wall, watching you dance on the floor. He’s silently admiring you, a small smile tugging at his lips. He invited you to a party the ADA was throwing, and is glad you accepted.

The poor brunette doesn’t even realize how obvious he’s being until he overhears Atsushi’s snickers and feels a tap to his shoulder. “I didn’t know you could look so lovesick, Dazai.”

Dazai turns red, and shoves Atsushi away with a huff. “Shut up I am not!”