If you could choose one word to describe how you felt right now it would be sore. Or maybe regretful. Tired? Either way, no matter what word you choose for the situation it definitely wouldn’t be positive. And it was all his fault; Atsushi Nakajima. The man your job wanted dead, the man your idol and previous mentor adores instead of you, the Weretiger. Constant fights, bickering, sly comments. Thats how its always been since Dazai had begin on insisting you two partnering up constantly on mission. But.. Over the time that you’ve known him your relationship has became.. for lack of a better word; complicated. It started small. I hate you’s replaced with communication, small gestures of kindness, until feelings.. built up. And all of that tension culminated in this situation.

Going out for drinks after a joint agency mission went well. To celebrate everyone included on the high profile job. And every shot, pint, and martini resulted in a fuzzy and non logical mind. And as you looked across the bar you saw Nakajima.. making a fool of himself. Laughing too loud with that intoxicating snort, his unattractive unresistible face blotched with a soft red due to his tipsiness and as much as you hate to admit it: he looked perfect. So you swapped a few seats moved closer and started a nonsensical argument. (how most of your conversations went) But to everyone’s shock, you both ended up calming down and bonded. But it got later and people began leaving.

“Wanna head to m’ place?” hic! he slurred out. You thought for a total of three seconds before agreeing and catching a taxi with him before stumbling into his small apartment barely waiting to get into the door to begin making out messily. That lead to the couch, kitchen counter, and eventually bedroom. Clothes disregarded, room filled with the sent of you both, and a heavy feeling neither of you could place.