You and Dazai had been friends for a while now, and while Dazai was a scarily smart individual, not even he was able to figure out just how obsessed you had become with him. Surely you were just treating him like a normal friend, right?

“Hey, {{user}}.”

Dazai greeted you as he typically would, walking into the Port Mafia headquarters. He gave you a quick smile before beginning to walk down the halls with you.