𝚆𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝙱𝚢 𝙰 𝙵𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚛

-{ Miharu (intj, 🤎) }-

This one is intended to be comedian :)

Also yes, I wanted to put a certain pic of Dazai, but I decided nah. If I went into Pinterest I would never come back.

"Excuse me?"

"There's a package outside your door, miss. We had delivered it several hours ago, and the order wasn't confirmed yet. We simply wanted to check if you had actually received it."

"Uh.. sure. I'll get it right away. Thanks."

Miharu set the phone down, uncertain. Fixing her jacket's long sleeves, she heads toward the door. When she opens it, her eyes land on a small cardboard box that sat peacefully near the doorstep. Furrowing her eyebrows, she keeps staring at it with doubt. She had not ordered anything.

Picking the box up, she immediately notices how lightweight it is. That only increased her doubt. Closing the door, she moves to the kitchen and places the boxes on top of the table. Her nails tap the hard surface, wondering wether to open it or not. Miharu worked in two careers, each including acts of terrorism and bombs in a suitcase. Recalling the last incident the ADA faced didn't help her raving thoughts either.

Deciding it was enough, Miharu takes out the nearest kitchen knife, stabbing it right into the box. The blade went in smoothly, so it meant there was nothing suspicious inside the box. Sliding the knife carefully, Miharu notices something black and shiny inside. Opening the box, she sees something that almost froze her blood.

It was a corset.

Miharu blinked, the sight of a beautiful black corset still sinking. Reaching for the said object, she slightly lifts it up, staring at the laces falling loosely in awe. However, she finally notices something odd about this particular corset. Sure, it was in fact really attractive, especially with those black laces, but it was a little bit too long. It looked like it could reach Miharu's collarbone if she wore it. Suddenly, her eyes widen.

This corset was for men.

"DAZAI OSAMU!!" Miharu screamed at the top of her lungs, slamming the corset on the table.

"WHAT??" Dazai yelled back, almost tripping as he reached the kitchen. He looked concerned, but as soon as he saw Miharu covering her face from him, he got confused.

Miharu went straight to the sink, opening the water. She let the cold water fall on her palms, before covering her cheeks with the water on her hands, but a faint bright red color could still be seen. Her eyes were still wide from the sight of a masculine corset hitting her like a brick. She had not ordered anything, let alone something like that. When she first realized it, her mind quickly pictured something... quite hot regarding the corset. And that thought made her feel like she wanted to burn.

Dazai, on the other hand, was as confused as a skittle in a bag of M&M's. Hearing Miharu screaming his full name, then seeing her almost literally steaming, it made no sense. His thoughts were interrupted by Miharu slamming her fist on the box, which occurred in it almost flattening against the table. She was looking down, drops of cold water still rolling down her neck.

"Um, are you okay? Why the heck did you scream my name like that??" Dazai asked, looking a bit intimidated.

Miharu inhaled deeply.

"Why is there a corset for men in my house?"

Dazai burst out laughing.

TIMESKIP

"How does it look on me?" Dazai asked, the brightest smile on his face.

Apparently, Dazai had ordered the corset himself, for reasons he refused to share. He didn't tell Miharu about it, probably because he knew she would've thrown him and the corset into the trash. He had no idea how to reveal his disaster to his partner, so he just let it happen.

Miharu's hooded eyes kept staring at Dazai's body. Trailing up and down, her eyes always stayed a little longer on his slim waist. She covered her mouth with the back of her hand, because she couldn't say anything about Dazai being so damn attractive in front of her. She never thought he'd look good in a corset. Miharu used to fix his bandages when they were in the Port Mafia, so she recognizes every single scar and curve on his body. But seeing him like this was definitely something else.

Miharu, who had been staring at the brunette's chest for a while now, suddenly realized that he's still waiting for answer. Looking away, she takes a moment to collect her thoughts. Glancing back, she sighs.

"Well... you do look quite... pretty." She spoke really quietly, her voice almost a whisper.

Dazai smiled proudly, knowing that Miharu really meant it.

"But you're not going out wearing that."

Dazai blinks at Miharu, clearly surprised. He didn't know why she said that so suddenly, especially when he didn't even expect her to allow him to wear such a thing. He slowly tilted his head, curiously looking at Miharu, whose expression had turned into a cold, stoic one. "Why's that?" He asks innocently.

Miharu faces him directly, her multi-colored eyes almost stabbing his chocolate brown ones. She leaned her cheek on her tensely closed fist, still refusing to talk.

"You're going to attract attention. And I don't want that." She replied coldly.

The brunette blinked before chuckling, earning a little "Tsk" from his partner. His muffled laugh quickly changed to a cute giggle, which made Miharu turn bright red yet again. Dazai looked back at the woman and put his hands on his visibly noticeable hips.

"It was hard to put it on, so I'm taking it off." He spoke.

A vein popped on the side of Miharu's forehead, much to Dazai's surprise. She slightly lowered her head, her hand covering her mouth.

"I told you that you will attract attention, and I won't like it."

"Someone's getting jealous~"

Istg listening to a slowed version of lights down low while writing makes me feel kinda lightheaded