It was only supposed to be after work drinks… but one had turned into two and two had turned into too many.

Now you were waking up in an unfamiliar room, in a bed that was not yours. The hang over was hitting hard. Head pounding and vision hazy- until you saw who you were in bed besides.

Dazai.

As in your mentor Dazai. The same cold, cruel man who’d beat you within an inch of your life when you’d mess up missions. The man who’d trigger month long depressive episodes through his degrading commentary. Dazai had never been anything different than harsh and condescending towards, you, his apprentice.

Yet here you were waking up in his shirt, in his bed with his love marks Ingraved into your neck.