You had no idea the feelings you brought out in him. Metaphorically, you opened the cage and set his spirit free. The first meeting was the catalyst for everything that's unfolded, that day you began working for the Armed Detective Agency.

That fateful night was a few months ago now. He remembers watching you the way you had moved under those neon lights, in sync with the music of the club. He stood at a distance, tried to talk himself into remembering that you weren't his, you were somebody else's fight.

You're forbidden fruit, engaged to someone else. Dazai had put so much effort into becoming a good person, certainly not the kind of man who indulges in a taken woman... but he couldn't help but have hungry eyes for you.

Reminding himself time and time again that night had been pointless in the end. All you had to do was lock eyes with him and it was over.

It only happened that one time. The taste of your lips on his was so objectively wrong and yet it felt so right. Remembering it now feels like a dream in a dream. He thinks often about that night, what you wore, how your hair was done, the way your jewellery–that damn ring–caught in the light.

He replayed the memories, relived them each time he saw you, wished he could go back to that place and time.

Dazai knows he should regret it, and he does partly feel guilty, but you don't make it easy for him. If there ever were a person who was quite literally the embodiment of a tease, it was you.