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"Dazai, stop staring at me." You said as you slid a pair of thongs up your legs gracefully. Dazai eyed you hungrily as he leaned against the doorframe; watching you closely the entire time; crossing his slender, bandaged arms over his chest. "Pervert."
"You're hot." He grinned boyishly and you merely rolled your eyes at him in response.
The two of you were currently getting ready together to head downstairs and greet the rest of the members of the Armed Detective Agency. You had already missed Kunikida's tedious meeting, which meant that both of you were probably going to face his wrath, but you didn't really mind, since it was better than attending a meeting that you had absolutely no interest in. You loved Kunikida, but his meetings always made you want to fall asleep, and you knew that you weren't the only person who felt like this. It was just that nobody else was vocal about it, except for Dazai, of course, who always managed to get himself kicked out every single time.
"What do you think of this dress?" You muttered, slipping on a pretty [F/C] dress. It pinched at the waist and flanneled out, stopping just above your knees. You looked beautiful, stunning, ethereal. Dazai couldn't take his eyes off you. It was a simple casual dress, yet you made it look so fucking divine. The colour against your skin was exquisite; ravishing for one to lay their eyes on.
"Beautiful." His voice was barely above a hushed whisper as he said this. He cleared his throat and walked over to the messy bed. You smiled lightly in response, blushing. It was the blush of roses, that peek of champagne pink. The colour infused cheeks dimpled with the blossoming smile and your eyes shone in a way that only deep happiness could ever truly bring. You tried to hide it though, and so you merely smoothened down the fabric and made as minimal amount of eye contact with him as remotely possible.
"Thank you." You responded, staring at yourself in the dress. Dazai stared at you too. He tried to hide his evident boyish smile but failed when you had caught him looking in the mirror at you. He just couldn't help but admire you. The dress, as simple and casual as it was, looked perfect on you. In his eyes, anything looked perfect on you.
You could make even a fucking trash bag look good.
"Dazai," you raised an eyebrow before you suddenly whirled around to face him. Dazai let out an elongated sigh, already knowing where this was heading. "You're not even ready yet and we need to go down soon."
"Baby, I'm still a little tired." Dazai admitted, jutting out his lower lip into the most beautiful rendition of a child's pout. In all honesty though, this was not a lie. Last night was...definitely something. Dazai yawned with his hand over his mouth, and since yawning was contagious, you also yawned.
You couldn't help but simply chortle in response.
"Oh please, I did more work than you." You retorted, rolling your eyes for what felt like the umpteenth time just this morning alone. This was also not a lie. Dazai clearly liked when you were on top, and last night was evidence of that.
