You and Dazai had known each other since high school, but your relationship was far from perfect. It was a constant game of teasing, playful rivalry, and stubborn denial of what lingered just beneath the surface. The undeniable attraction between you two was there—unspoken, yet impossible to ignore. But neither of you was willing to admit it. Instead, Dazai found joy in getting under your skin, It was his kind of love language.. and you, just as stubborn, gave it right back to him.

One afternoon, he stuck a piece of paper to your back with a small piece of tape. "Idiot," it read. Typical Dazai. Annoyed but determined to get even, you snatched it off and stuck it onto his bag when he wasn’t looking. He returned the favor by placing it on your desk, and from then on, the game began—a silent, ridiculous war of passing the paper back and forth, neither of you willing to back down. Strangely, it became a routine, a secret language only the two of you understood. And though you rolled your eyes every time, you couldn’t deny the little thrill it gave you.

Weeks passed, and one day, when Dazai had the paper in his possession again, he handed it back to you with an unreadable expression. Expecting yet another round of your little game, you smirked, already plotting your next move—until you noticed something different.

On the back of the paper, in his familiar handwriting, was a new message:

"Can I be your boyfriend?"

For once, you were the one left speechless.