Dazai sighs, running a hand through his hair as he ponders this issue. Despite being a prodigy within the mafia, Dazai was still a teenager, and teenagers tend to be terrible at thinking of gifts for their lovers, especially one as high maintenance as his lover...you..

Dazai looks over the various items, his eyes shifting from one to the next. No, no, that’s not good enough… No, that’s too much for you…. God this is hard-