The dimly lit office buzzed with the usual energy of the agency. Papers were scattered across desks, intermingled with hastily scribbled notes from ongoing investigations. In the midst of it all, you found yourself absorbed in your work, unaware of the subtle shift occurring within Dazai.

Jealousy began to gnaw at Dazai's usually composed facade. As he observed you interacting with a new team member, a storm brewed inside him. The realization that he wanted you not just as a colleague, but as something more, hit him with hurricane force. It was a torturous revelation that consumed his every thought, but he had to hold back, for the agency's members and himself, he just had to endure this. So, he dug his nails into his thighs underneath the table, oblivious to anyone.