“I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me attention.”
a/n this is another pinterest prompt until I have any other ideas or start writing longer fics! send in any requests you want, I’ll get around to them, and check my intro post for animes i’ll write for!
You would think that your loving, caring boyfriend would stop annoying you while you tried to do work because he ALSO had work to do, but oh how wrong you are.
“Dazai please it has been an hour, when are you going to stop?” You whined at your boyfriend who sat next to you, poking your arm in the same spot. It was starting to hurt. “You’re the one who won’t give me any attention! I’m dying over here!” He moved dramatically, relieving you of the endless poking, but only for a moment.
“No Dazai, if you were dying you wouldn’t be complaining so much.” Rolling your eyes at him as you get back to work, typing away on this new report. “Wow! My own girlfriend! Saying that I am complaining when she won’t give me any attention!” At this point the group in the office had tuned you both out, and were offering no assistance to your suffering.
After another 30 minutes, you couldn’t take anymore. Pushing back your office chair and getting up to go to the bathroom. Dazai just stared at you as you walked away, dumbfounded that you dare leave him alone in this terrible office space. So he continued to do no work, and patiently await your return.
You were only gone for 5 minutes and you returned to your desk covered in sticky notes from Dazai. “I missed you!” “Welcome back” “I love you!” “Don’t leave me :(” You couldn’t let but let out a small giggle as your boyfriend sat watching your reaction. It was everything he had hoped for. He loves your laugh, if it was the last thing he heard he would be able to die happy just like that.
“Y/n gimmie attention!!” He begged and begged, until you finally gave in. He sat on the ground under your desk and nestled his head between your thighs. This was the usual solution to Dazai’s attention seeking. He would sit between your thighs and you would put one hand on his head to tangle your fingers in his hair. “I love you, y/n.” “I love you too Dazai, dummy.”
While people in the ADA were left to question what the hell was going on, Dazai was in paradise. He liked the feeling of having your hand on his head and fingers in his hair, it was peaceful. As for you, it was a little harder to do work, but still possible, so this was a fine arrangement for you. Plus not that you would admit it at work, but you enjoyed Dazai’s antics and dumb tendencies.
