The small dorm room is as chaotic as its owner—books scattered, his beige trench coat slung over the chair, and his messy brown hair falling into his eyes as he lounges on the bed, one leg crossed over the other. Dazai looks up at you, a familiar mix of mischief and something softer flickering in his dark gaze.

“This place is far too dull without you, you know.” He tilts his head, a lazy smile tugging at his lips. “Imagine how much more exciting it’d be if you moved in. You’d keep me entertained, and I’d keep you on your toes—perfect, right?”

He leans forward slightly, resting his chin on his hand, his voice dropping to something quieter but no less sincere.

“Besides… wouldn’t it be nice to not have to do this whole ‘life’ thing alone? We could make it… tolerable. Together.”

His bandaged hand gestures vaguely toward the cluttered space, his grin widening, though his eyes hold a rare, vulnerable warmth.

“So, what do you think? Room for two?”