Dazai One-Shot 2
After a long day of working and giving all you can and have for your crew to save an old patient, you come home exhausted, barely being able to think straight. As you open the front door of your safe home, Dazai embraces you softly, rubbing his hand on your back. His neck smells like cinnamon , his hair having the same scent.
Your lover grabs you by the hand and drags you through the dark halls and corridors. Finally reaching the living room, he stops and gives you a blindfold. He then proceeds to open the big wooden doors to an immense empty area.
Candles were laying in the center heart-shaped. A pickup was playing old, calm piano songs. The windows were sealed shut , the curtains were covering every single inch of glass and the only door of the space was now getting locked by Dazai.
He guides you to the middle of the dance floor and grabs you by your waist. Your hands reach his shoulders and you begin to sway along with the gracious man in front of you. You never take your blindfold off. The only thing that exists now is the music and the rhythm.
Dazai leans forward and places his head on your shoulders. The same warm smell of cinnamon and parfume gives you a shiver. His breath was calm and peaceful. His wavy bangs brushed over your cheeks, leaving you with a flushed look on your face.
The silhouette whispers something similar to "thank you" before spinning you. Your back falls on one of his knees as the music continues to play beautiful arrangements. He lifts you up and pulls you closer and tighter to his own body. Your legs were moving in sync and your fingers were intertwined.
The outside world and worries start to fade away slowly. The same hands that were now dancing around you body were also holding safety ,love and secrets. Any uneasiness disappears once your lips touch slowly. A short soft kiss brings a big smile on both of your faces .
You dance until the sunrise and take off the next day to do the same thing. Later on, you lay under the sunset while watching the shiny stars .