Code: Execute

Code: Three Way Conflict

"DAZ—OSAMU! WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL! IT IS. 9:30 WHY DIDN'T YOU WAKE ME UP!"

(Y/n) had just woken up from a sixteen-hour nap to find her head nestled into Dazai's chest as he held her in his arms on her couch.

How had she gotten in that position?
Why had she fallen asleep on the couch and not in her bed?
Why is he even here?
Didn't he say he was going to go home after she was asleep?
How the hell is she not at work when the clock on her wall says it's 9:30 and she has to be at the Agency at 8 every morning?

These were all questions (Y/n) needed answers too, and they were all being relentlessly hurled at the man who was still half asleep beside her as she began punching him in the chest whilst panicking.

"O-ow! What did I do to deserve being woken up like this?*punch* OW!  (Y/n), stop!"

"FINE, BUT GO GET READY WE ARE SO LATE!"

She stood to her feet and ran up the stairs to her loft and began to dig around in her dresser for a spare uniform. Once she found the standard white button-up and the navy skirt she slipped them on before she grabbed a pair of leggings and slipped them on over her legs. She tied on her shoes and quickly threw her hair into a (hairstyle) before she ran downstairs.

Dazai stood by the door with a hand to his mouth as he stifled a yawn, and his free hand held up her black trenchcoat. "Yaawwnnn, Are you ready to go?"

(Y/n) quickly nodded as she grabbed her shoulder bag off of the side table and said, Let's go! Any later and Yukichi really might fire you...  you don't do much around the office, afterall."

As she locked the door to her house the man feigned hurt and pouted as he said, "I do some work..."

(Y/n) smirked up at the man before she said, "Really?  Because I remember you saying you didn't do any work while I was gone."

"Even with a nasty concussion, your memory is astounding!"

"Of course it is, now let's go. If we run we can make it to the Agency in only five minutes!"

She began to jog down the hallway towards the elevator as Dazai grumbled after her, "You know I prefer being stationary... this is going to tire me out."

"CHOP CHOP, OSAMU!"

True to her word, the pair arrived at the agency in just a measly seven minutes, out of breath but before the clock struck 10. They slammed open the door and she walked over to her desk before slipping her computer out of her shoulder bag and onto the wooden surface.

She was still catching her breath, but Dazai had decided to slump over on the couch in the office as he caught his breath.

Not long after the pair had arrived did (Y/n) briskly walk down the hallway and into the President's office after a swift knock.

As soon as her still-panting form opened the door the older gentleman stood to his feet and guided her to the couch as he worriedly said, "(Y/n), I thought you were supposed to take it easy this week. Why do you look like you just ran a mile?"

"I--pant-- just ran two miles --pant --"

With an upset frown on his face, he crossed his arms and stood in front of her before he scolded the woman in his I am your father-figure voice.

"You should know better than to extend yourself like that when you're in the state you're in. You could have passed out and hit your head again. What if your wound opened up again? Now you have to change your bandage because it's dirty from your sweat. Yes, you were late, but I assume it was because your body was resting. Yes, I told Dazai to make sure you were here by eight, but I didn't mean at your expense. I should have just let you stay home today, and I apologize that--"