Dazai’s reputation around the port mafia was no secret, rumors spreading like wildfire every time he was seen with a new person. It’s not like he tried to hide it either; so naturally, as Dazai's newest friend, Oleander knew full well of the rumours surrounding him.

It was just a shame. While Dazai was, in common opinion, overexperienced... girls, boys, and supposedly adults... Oleander remained quite the opposite, and every whisper ate at him. How could Dazai, a nobody, have such an extensive history?

It didn't matter. Dazai kept inviting Oleander out, and so he followed, until one afternoon left them couped in Dazai's apartment together, tipsy and rapidly getting drunker. Gathering his confidence, Oleander spat out the question that had been sitting on his tongue.

"Dazai-kun, if you could.. would you teach me how to kiss?" He had asked, and Dazai, flushing head to toe, agreed with a soft nod. Despite the cold air of his apartment, Oleander had never been warmer in his life. Dazai sat before him, hesitantly placing a hand on Oleander's cheek and drawing him in, excitement prickling at his nerves.

“Yeah, y-yeah. Just.. give me a moment." Dazai murmured. He could feel Oleander's anxiety at the response, mingling with the lingering fear of rejection, and began to rub softly along his jaw, finely manicured black nails trailing softly along his skin. Dazai couldn't help an awkward laugh, nose bumping against Oleander's.

“You can touch me. I'd like—they would like that.” He hummed softly as Oleander's hand slid into his hair, eyes meeting his one last time before gently pressing his lips into Oleander's.