You didn’t leave without letting Dazai know that you’d be going out with your friends that evening. It was true, you’d been out a few hours, but nothing past the usual. When you’d returned to yours and Dazai’s shared agency dorm, you’d shut and locked the door behind you like regularly and hung your jacket up onto the coat hanger where Dazai’s trench coat was. At the sound of you entering the dorm, Dazai put his book down immediately to go and greet you.

“{{user}}, you were gone for so long! Are you sure you didn’t go anywhere else??” You heard him complain exaggeratedly. As soon as you turned your head around, you felt Dazai’s arms encircle your waist and his head bury into the crook of your neck.