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As soon as the two of you had stepped out of the meeting room—with Dazai slamming the door shut behind him for dramatic effect, the two of you had momentarily glanced at one another, before simultaneously bursting into vibrant laughter.
Dazai laughed as if it were a natural spring, the water deepening the hue of the rocks.
"Wow," he said. "D-Did you see his face? It was absolutely priceless! He was as red as a tomato." He paused, softly doubling over with a gentle pat to his right leg. "God, I love this job!"
You melodiously giggled along with Dazai, using your hand to cover your mouth as you watched him with a spark of adoration dancing in your endearing [E/C] eyes. There was just something about this moment which had felt so intimate despite not really being intimate at all. To Dazai—your laughing was like ripples in a pond after a stone had been thrown in. You definitely knew that the others could hear it too on the other side of the door, but at that moment, neither of you seemed to give a flying fuck. Soon, the ripples of laughter became great waves of hilarity.
"I know!" You responded, still giggling lightly. "His face—if looks could kill."
And you were right. The look on Kunikida's face before he had singlehandedly kicked both you and Dazai out of the meeting room was one of absolute anger and sheer frustration, and if looks truly could kill, then the two of you would have probably been as good as dead. You did feel a little bad—you felt like the naughty kid in class who constantly caused trouble for the teacher. It took you right back to an evocation of your past as the high school rebel who always got herself into trouble and was sent to the principal's office every other day. The memories were amusing, and this moment definitely felt like an ode to that.
Slowly—the laughter faded, before the atmosphere had suddenly become engulfed in a billowing silence. A comfortable silence, but a silence, nonetheless. Now, the two of you were just staring at one another. He locked eyes with you, and you could see just how deep they really were. They were not a solid brown. They were spirals of deep earthy brown colliding with honey droplets and lighter specks of brown had filled those two orbs with magnificent light. His eyes were undeniably enrapturing and captivating; ensnaring you in a net of intrigue. You could never quite tell what he was thinking through his eyes; enriched with mystery and enigma.
And then he looked down at you with an arched brow, smug grin, and his long, bandaged arms crossed over his chest.
"I guess I really am your knight in shining armour, [Y/N]."
You immediately gave him a look of puzzlement in return as you glanced upwards, your mouth pursed but slightly open and loose. Dazai's smile was sheepish and teasing as his eyes danced imperceptibly across your confused face.
