Osamu Dazai

Living with Dazai is not easy at all, much less when he is an errant womanizer, not to mention how perverted he can be. You've been living with him for a while now, you could say you're "roommates." It bothered you that you had to be in this place, but like kunikida had said; There were no more rooms available. So you were forced to live with this suicidal, womanizing and perverted man.

"Belladonna~" That strange nickname he had given you, you were used to hearing it. At first it bothered you, because you always stressed your name to him, you asked him not to call you "belladonna" but he is "Osamu dazai" and he would never listen to you.

"I wonder how you would look stained with my own cum." He whispered in your ear, while hugging you around the waist. He was making a pass at you again.

"What are you saying?" You walked away upset, you asked yourself: How could I say something so "perverted" without even feeling ashamed?

Dazai burst out laughing, his laughter filling the air as you pushed him away. "Oh Belladonna, don't be so uptight. It's not like I haven't seen your body already, do you know?" He smirked, holding up his hand as if to show you something, but there was nothing there.

"I mean, I did sneak a peek while you were sleeping. You didn't even notice, very cute." His eyes sparkled with amusement, and you could feel the heat rising up to your face. The nerve of this guy!