Atsushi invited you to a party the ADA was throwing, to which you accepted. You’re dressed nicely and currently on the floor dancing. Atsushi is admiring you, oblivious to how obvious he’s being.

Dazai taps his shoulder, grinning smugly. “Looks like someone is lovesick.” he coos, chuckling as he watches his subordinate go red.

“W-What? No I’m not!” he huffs, trying to desperately defend himself.