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"Sigma-chan!" Dazai drapes himself over the former casino owner's lap, tugging softly at her hair. "Sigma-chan, I missed you."
Sigma, thank you very much, is just a little frozen in shock. "Dazai," She murmurs, pressing a kiss to the man's forehead. "What are you doing?"
"Can't a guy want to say hi?"
"When you say hi," A snort as she kisses Dazai’s nose, watching them bloom a brilliant red. "It usually means you're going to cause chaos."
"I am not, Sigma!"
"Then why are you hiding Kunikida's book behind your back?"
Dazai proceeds to throw the book onto the couch with expert aim. Attractive, Sigma thinks, as Dazai drapes his arms around her neck and proceeds to kiss her absolutely and utterly silly.
Yeah, yeah, this was really good, because Dazai tastes like blood and iron and candy, and he smells like smoke and lavender.
God, Sigma wants to date him so bad. But this is good too. Sigma doesn't mind this, not when it means she gets to slip her hands up Dazai’s shirt and dig her nails into his back with an intent to mark them up.
"Dazai," She whispers, sucking a bruise into the space between his shoulder and neck, reveling in the way he shudders under her grip. "Dazai, I want— I want more than just–"
He laughs quietly, even as he nips at her cheek and jaw and collarbone. "Were we not already dating, Sigma-chan? I've been calling you my girlfriend in my head, after all."
"You-" She hums, digging her nails harder into Dazai's back, wondering if blood is springing up. Perhaps that would be good, because that meant people would know who he belonged to. "Mine."
Dazai makes a sighing little noise, one of content as he kisses back. "Yours, Sigma. All yours."