[ each time waver lets dazai into his apartment, he questions his sanity more and more. maybe he never had it in the first place and this is proof of it. the fact that he lets dazai be physically affectionate with him further proves it.
this time around, waver is clearly busy. or, well, he should be. there’s a stack of papers from his students on his desk, waiting to be graded. and they will continue to wait until.... until god knows when.
today, waver wasn’t expecting dazai. that’s why he greets him in a t-shirt and boxers, his hair pulled up in a messy ponytail. he blinks sleepily at dazai, as if trying to process why he’s there. ]
Come in. I’ll... make you some tea. [ and he’ll let dazai make himself at home. it’s not like they haven’t made out in at least half of the apartment by now or anything. ]
bye dazai
this time around, waver is clearly busy. or, well, he should be. there’s a stack of papers from his students on his desk, waiting to be graded. and they will continue to wait until.... until god knows when.
today, waver wasn’t expecting dazai. that’s why he greets him in a t-shirt and boxers, his hair pulled up in a messy ponytail. he blinks sleepily at dazai, as if trying to process why he’s there. ]
Come in. I’ll... make you some tea. [ and he’ll let dazai make himself at home. it’s not like they haven’t made out in at least half of the apartment by now or anything. ]