Dazai had just been released from Meursault and his first stop is your house. His best friend. Also, a place to crash as he waits for the prison to send back his keys to his house and cellphone, which meant an unexpected entrance and visit to you.

The brunette had picked your back doors lock and weaseled his way inside. Does he care if it's breaking and entering? No, not really.

Dazai immediately peeked into the living room, seeing you sit there, flick through the TV channels mindlessly. He walked over and plopped down next to you, a cheeky grin across his face. "Heya, you miss me?" The detective asked, grinning.

When you gave him no reaction, other than an unimpressed look and a small scoff, Dazai huffed dramatically. He flopped into your cris-crossed lap, whining childishly. "Hey! I just got out of prison, I've been gone for months, can you at least say hi?!" The man whined, acting like your indifference wounded him.

And you did give him the attention he wanted. Via pampering his face and neck in kisses, holding his hips and a hand on his chest. Dazai's face flushed and red, slightly whimpering and whining at your kisses. "Hey- Slow down!" He whined. He really didn't mean it though; he enjoyed the attention.

When you pulled away and looked at the detective's face, it was a sight to behold.

The brunettes face, washed out, flushed red. He's breathing heavily, heart pounding against his ribs and he looks slightly dazed, his head tilted back slightly. He somehow breathes out a soft chuckle. "Wow...you really missed me." Dazai's dark eyes land on you. You can swear you can see hearts in his eyes. His dark brown eyes are full of love. clearly, he missed you as well. He's sweetly melting.

It's just straight puppy love.