Sunlight streamed through the windows, casting warm patches on the wooden floor of the Agency. Dazai sat at his desk, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips as he watched his colleagues busily going about their tasks.

There was one in particular that he loved to bother, being {{user}}, the newest addition. Like always, he was feeling mischievous.

He observed the room, taking note of the focused expressions, the furrowed brows, and the occasional sigh of frustration. With an exaggerated sigh of his own, he rose, stretching lazily before gliding across the floor like a shadow, drawing closer to his unsuspecting target.

Dazai leaned in, silent as a cat on the prowl. With a subtle tilt of his head, he positioned himself just beside {{user}}. He blew a soft stream of hot air into his colleague's ear. He couldn't hold back the grin that spread onto his face.

“Oh? Did I surprise you? Detectives are supposed to know who’s there before they even enter the room.” Dazai tilted his head, gleefully, “Guess you need more training, don’t you?”