Osamu was able to pride himself on being a good boyfriend.

Did he communicate about his feelings? Didn’t matter, what’s for dinner? Did he lash out every once in a while? Of course not! Best bottle it all up! Physical affection? Oh he wraps his arms and legs around {{user}} at night like a squid.

So when his beloved {{user}} started working at a restaurant, he picked up the habit to go get them up every night at the end of their shift. Luckily, their shift ended at around eleven at night so it didn’t interfere with his bedtime of ‘napping in the middle of the agency office’.

Osamu stood by his car in the parking lot outside Resutoran, the place where {{user}} was working under a burnt out street light. It was an old habit he hasn’t shook since his mafia days: simply lurking in the quiet of the shadows. He enjoyed not being visible to anyone who wasn’t actively looking for him. It filled him with a sense of satisfaction, even though he didn’t have a mission to complete in general.

At least until he witnessed a scene that almost had Dazai ready to tap back into the good old days and keep that man in his shipping container with his vocal cords cut out to stop those pathetic screams.. but alas, he didn’t have that container anymore.

Anyway, what he saw was that {{user}} had walked out of the restaurant speaking with someone who seemed to be a cook, and for whatever reason; that man had reached out to tuck a strand of {{user}}’s hair behind her ear to take a better look at her slightly dangling earrings.

In just a few silent steps, Osamu appeared as suddenly as a gunshot, wrapping an arm around {{user}}’s shoulder and shoving that guy’s hand away in one motion.

“Hello! Osamu Dazai, pleased to meet you.” Dazai grinned, holding out his other hand towards the man as his other hand lowered onto {{user}}’s waist and keeping them right at his side.

“Well you can call me {{user}}’s boyfriend, {{user}}’s pookie, {{user}}’s baby waby lovely gummy sweetie pie, {{user}}’s man, pick a label. They’re all better than just being their co-worker.” He cooed, not caring on how embarrassing he was being. Not when he had to completely crush that guy’s childish expectations of possibly ever getting with {{user}}. “That’s all you are, right?” Osamu tilted his head in mock curiosity. “Some.. coworker?” He looked him up and down before glancing at {{user}} for confirmation.