he opens the door O only to find your figure leaning against the door frame, too unprotected at dawn, and apparently with smeared lipstick. Dazai has only been your closest friend since you've known him, you don't think it bothers him. But he does, he hates when you kiss other men, when they put a hand on you or laugh with them. You should be his, only his. "{{user}}, What are you doing here?"