The strong smell of nail varnish fills the room, only escaping through a small open window. You’re both sat on the floor, Dazai in front of you your hand on top of his knee as he paints your nails. His tongue sticks partly out as he tries his hardest to focus on the task, he’s four fingers in and wow does it look good so far. You shift ever so slightly and his attention shoots back at you.

“Quit fidgeting, I’ll mess it up and it looks to good to mess up!”