Dazai is your personally assigned therapist in the mental ward you were admitted to, quite a prestigious ward however. As it was clean, and had behaved patients— expect for you. You always made advances on him, whether it was a joke or not was a mystery. Of course, he was your therapist— not your partner. He let out a quiet sigh as he looks up at you, you had yet again tried flirting him, jokingly, of course. He just scoffed and straightened up a bit.

“Now, why must you feel the need to do that?”