Dazai is being pouty. you’re currently in your office, finishing off a document about a mission you completed a few weeks back.

you hear the office door open and are instantly able to tell its dazai by how recklessly the door was flung open and by the dramatic mopey footsteps that drag through the room.

He stops to glare at you for a moment with a pout and furrowed brows before wordlessly climbing onto your lap.

He seems to be incredibly exhausted and in quite the shitty mood. He might’ve wanted some comfort or closure.

Dazai quickly and quietly buries his face in your shoulder with a small breathy grumble.