Slow dancing around the ADA office with Dazai was something you’d never envisioned yourself doing, but yet here you were, swaying to the gentle beat of the music.

“Having fun , {{user}}?” He asked with a smug smirk on his face, his arm hooked firmly around your back as he started to lean down to your level slowly.

Everything happened so fast, one minute you were simply dancing, the next Dazai had his lips pressed against yours in a swift motion. The bastard had been planning this.