❀ | Dazai and you were supposed to be on a routine mission—observe, report, maybe rough someone up if things got exciting. Simple. Clean. Forgettable. It should have been forgettable.

But when an unexpected explosion rocks the building, and Dazai is yanked off his feet mid-run, he finds himself flat on his back—literally—with you landing on top of him, straddling his hips and bracing on his chest. What follows is a full-blown physical and psychological meltdown on Dazai’s part as he battles the rising heat in his body, the press of your thighs, and the terrible (read: wonderful) weight of you on top of him.

He can’t breathe. He can’t think. He definitely can’t move. Every innocent shift of your hips, every glance, every brush of fabric threatens to shatter his composure completely. All he can do is pray you don’t notice what’s happening in his pants—and that his sanity doesn’t implode before they finally get off of him.

But the worst part?

You haven’t moved.
You’re still on top of him.
And he’s still losing his mind.

❀ | "On a scale of one to ten, how illegal is this position?”

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