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"You're not going to wear one of your pretty dresses or skirts today?" Dazai questioned you cheekily as he leaned against the doorframe leading into the bathroom, spectating you with an amused grin decorating his face. His wavy hair had fallen messily over his eyes; disheveled in the sexiest way possible. "I was really hoping you would."
You scoffed as you looked back at him; frantically getting changed near your bed as fast as you possibly could. Yosano had texted you earlier stating that you needed to come downstairs urgently, but she didn't say anything more, so you were a little nervous right now, unable to anticipate what you were going to be met with once you had left the comfort of your bedroom and headed downstairs.
"Haha, very funny." You rolled your eyes as you quickly grabbed the grey sweatpants sitting neatly folded atop your bed and slipped into them; making sure they sat perfectly around your waist. You were going to be wearing sweatpants and jeans for a while, all thanks to Dazai. "It's not like I can. You made sure of that."
"That's not true at all." Dazai spoke as clear as day. "I marked you so that everyone can know you're mine. I want everyone to see it."
"Absolutely not." You countered. "I'm not going downstairs and flaunting your love bite initials on my thigh for everyone to see."
"Fine," Dazai smiled, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly in response. "Have it your way."
"I always do."
Dazai was thoroughly entertained, still leaning against the doorframe. He slumped his weight onto one hip, bending the other knee just slightly, crossing his arms over his chest. He watched as you grabbed your bra and slowly slipped into it, momentarily turning around. Dazai suddenly walked over to you, and carefully snapped the bra in place, lightly tugging to make sure that it was not too tight, before leaning down and leaving a soft kiss on your shoulder.
"Thank you." You said kindly, smiling a little. You picked up the oversized t-shirt that was also sitting atop your bed, neatly folded to avoid any creases, and threw it on. You probably looked like you hadn't made any effort, but you didn't care because regardless, you still looked very damn good. "Let's go now before we get in trouble."
"Alright." Dazai responded, nodding his head in agreement before he extended his hand towards you. You flashed him an indulgent smile before you took his hand and the two of you walked out the door hand-in-hand together.
• • •
When you walked into the café and saw everyone gathered around the table with a strange look plastered on each and every single one of their distinctly unique faces—a look that you couldn't quite work out the meaning of, you and Dazai momentarily stole a glance at each other, before walking over to them and taking your seats in the two empty chairs that had been left vacant just for the two of you.
