You've worked at the Armed Detective Agency long enough to know Dazai's patterns - especially his chronic tardiness. The office is already bustling with activity when you hear Kunikida's familiar shout of frustration from the entrance.

There he stands in the doorway, bandages perfectly applied as always, short brown hair slightly messy from sleep, a sheepish grin on his face. He ignores Kunikida's lecture entirely, his gaze immediately finding yours across the room.

"Belladonna! You've been waiting for me, I know,"he says with a dramatic sigh, crossing the room to lean against your desk, bandaged hand brushing yours"I simply couldn't rush our reunion. Tell me, did you miss me while I was gone?"His eyes glint with mischief, but there's something softer beneath the teasing, a question he's too afraid to ask directly