this was a daily ritual for you and dazai. talking amongst one another in the lounge when on break. you are shocked you’re even able to stand this menace of a man. but he’s your best friend (surprisingly).

today, you two are at it again. the both of you are sitting on the couches and sofas of the lounge room, talking to each other about random crap; like your latest cases, the crazy crimes you’ve been dealing with.

today’s a bit different though—well, not completely. he’s never not weird, you know? anyway. he has sunglasses on. okay. it’s not even bright nor sunny outside. it’s actually cloduy. quite the contrary.

“ah, yes.” he nods, clearing his throat. he leans sideways against the armrest, elbow on the cushion and his chin on his fist. his head seems to be tilted at an odd angle. he adjusts his shades with his free hand.

“mm,” another nod. you’re starting to think he’s not even paying attention to the conversation at all. and you were right. because if you follow his line of sight? he’s looking straight at your chest. way to go!