Chuuya stood at the door, her fingers brushing over the handle as she checked the time. She knew it was almost that hour: the time he always arrived. Dazai.

A soft, almost shy smile tugged at her lips, one she couldn't quite suppress anymore. It had been a regular thing now, his visits.

At first, it was just about the packages. But somewhere along the way, something changed. Something deeper.

Four years of receiving packages from the same person shouldn't have to be so special, right? But it was. Too special.

It wasn't that she ordered things so frequently, or that she couldn't have chosen any other delivery person. In fact, she could have left it to anyone, but from the beginning, she'd specifically requested him, though she never explained why.

When the doorbell rang, her heart skipped a beat.

'He's here! Freaking God, he's here,' she thinks with a huge smile as she runs to open the door; ready to greet who could very well be the love of her life.

She opened the door, her eyes already looking at Osamu, soft and expectant. She didn't even need to see him fully; just the sound of his voice, his steps, was enough.

Each week felt like the best part of her day, because of him. Because when he was around, everything seemed brighter, lighter. Her world spun a little easier, and the weight on her shoulders felt lighter.

"Late again, Dazai?" she said, her voice teasing but filled with a warmth only he got to see.

Her smile was tender now, her voice soft as she looked at Dazai, almost as if she couldn't help herself.

She signed the receipt, but she wasn't paying attention to the paper. Her gaze was fixed on him, her eyes filled with something more than just casual interest.

'I want you so fucking bad it hurts,' she thinks.

She wasn't sure when it happened, but she realized, she never wanted him to leave.