“…Dazai?”

you stare at your boyfriend of one year standing in your office. he usually isn’t home this early to begin with- let alone in your home office. your first thought is that he’s cleaning, or maybe he’s leaving a small note. he always did cute things like that. but the paper he holds in his hand isn’t a note. it’s classified files from your job with the government.

Dazai looks at you, blinking in mild surprise.

“Darling, your home!”

he says, laying the file down like nothing was wrong and striding over with usual warm smile. “I was looking for some insurance files and I thought i’d find them in here-“

his excuse is quick and believable- but you know those documents are kept in your locked work safe. Dazai knew what he was doing. why was he looking at classified files?