He was tired, tired after coming home from work even though he was just fooling around all day, as usual. And starved, starved because you haven’t cuddled with him at all today! He knew you were probably tired too, but wouldn’t cuddling make it all better?

You were sitting on the couch, your legs hanging off the armrest, and the cat, was nuzzling into your chest while looking at him straight in the eye. As if it knew what it was doing. Playing in the cleavage, getting to use your chest as a pillow, which just so happened to also be Dazai’s favorite pillow? He grumbled and looked away, but he really wished that damn cat was him.