Irritated wasn't the best word to describe how you where currently feeling.
You weren't angry either, no, you were beyond furious.
Your blood was boiling and it was only a matter of time before you exploded. Or in worst case scenario, going to murder the brown haired male who was still flirting with the waitress of the Uzumaki café.
The fact that he was hitting on her wasn't the thing that get on your nerves, since he would often do this. No it was the conversation he was having with you between his sweet lines.
Well more like criticizing your appearance...
" Now see L/n this is how a women should be. Elegant, well behaved, a good sense of fashion and a little bit of make up to let that femininity radiate out." he nonchalantly summarized
" And what is that suppose to mean? Are you insinuating that I lack all those qualities that you just pointed out" you lowly spoke with your fist trembling at your side, ready to make use of it, if one more stupid thing came out of his mouth
Dazai shook his head " No of course not!" he dramatically exclaimed. Letting go of the woman's hands, he skipped over to you and took a hold of yours.
The way his face was only an inch away from yours, along with his thumb caressing your palm was to much for you to handle.
You desperately attempted to wriggle yourself out of this uncomfortable position, yet that only resulted in Dazai tightening his grip
" Believe me when I say you have your own special qualities that make you attractive. " his smooth voice informed, making you stop squirming
" Dazai.." you softly whispered in surprise
" However compared to that beautiful woman, you resemble more a Tomboy than a lady. And that concludes you don't have a feminine side. Or maybe a hidden one. Deep deep down"
Your face dropped and once again you found yourself fuming with rage " I mean you wear pants and a shirt instead of skirt or dress. Your hair isn't neatly brushed and you never wear any make up, just a tiny bit of mascara. Oh and your behavior resembles more that of a man." The male continued to add, making matter worse with each second
The woman from the café sweat dropped as the aura around the two detectives became gloomier. The air emitting from you was a menacing dark one and the waitress had to squint her eyes as she thought she saw your hair floating, along with your eyes turning red like a demon.
" I'm just stating the obvious my dear. But don't worry out of all the woman's I've meet, it will always be you who I choose to have a double suicide with" he declared with a cheeky grin
" Euhm..mister Kunikida" Atsushi weakly addressed the man who had his attention fixated on his notebook " Shouldn't we stop her from potentially killing mister Dazai?" he pressed his quivering finger on the glass, pointing at the two persons being inside of the shop
The dirty blond haired eyed his college through the window of the cafe, who as of this moment was indeed getting strangled by his female coworker.
Despite the position he was in, Dazai seemed to be enjoying himself. He was still blabbering nonsense to the H/c haired woman, who was a ticking time bomb.
" Just let them be, this happens all the time and is nothing to be worried about." Kunikida spoke and went back to write stuff down in his notebook
He didn't want to go in the café just yet. With you two still arguing, there was no way he would be able to enjoy his usual drink in peace. So he decided to remain outside, with his back pressed against the wall, until at least one of you left.
