It was only 7pm, but it seemed much later with the storm raging outside.
"This is my apartment, feel free to explore Atsushi-kun," Dazai said dreamily, spinning as he opened the door- with a lockpick instead of keys. He danced around the apartment a little while giving the tour, "that's the living room, that's the bathroom, that's the kitchen, and that's the bedroom," he was almost singing by the time he showed Atsushi the bedroom.
"Do you have another futon?" Atsushi asked quietly; he was tired from everything he had to deal with in the past few months that he had told Dazai about on the walk over, and from the storm.
"I'll deal with that later. You should clean up though, I have some clothes that might fit you over here," Dazai started while digging through his bottom dresser drawer, swaying his lower half back and forth, "here they are!" He exclaims after a minute, getting up to place them in Atsushi's arms. "There should be some towels in the bathroo-"
"You should shower first, Dazai-san," he said, cutting Dazai off as he set the clothes down on the kitchen counter. Dazai looked shocked, but he went along with it anyways.
"O-Okay," he whispered, a little caught off-guard, "well help yourself to anything in the kitchen," he said, returning to his dreamlike tone, "and I mean anything. Not that I would ever offer the alcohol that I keep on the bottom shelf of the fridge and on top of the cupboards to a minor, but if it were to disappear little by little and you were to safely enjoy yourself, I wouldn't notice or be bothered by it one bit At-su-shi-kun~!" With that, Dazai disappeared into the bathroom.
Atsushi was a little weirded out by that, but he decided he was too hungry to care. It took him a good twenty or so minutes and several burns, but he managed to make some chazuke. He didn't really care about sitting at a table by that point; he stood as he devoured his first two or three or maybe four bowls- he couldn't even let his conscious judge him for it, but he wasn't alone in the apartment and Dazai might, so he took the next couple dozen servings to the table and ate until he couldn't anymore, and then some. And that's when Dazai came out of the shower with nothing but a thin, damp towel draped over his waist. His hair was still wet and clinging to his neck. Atsushi licked his lips slowly while watching two water droplets race down Dazai's chest, blushing deeply and quickly looking away and stuffing his face with more tea rice as Dazai glanced over at him.
"You have cat ears," Dazai observed, whispering into Atsushi's ear, punctuating his sentence with a small bite. "And they're very soft," he said more to himself than Atsushi as he started to rub them.
"WH-WHAT! What are you talking about?!" Atsushi jumped a good foot in the air, dropping his food and almost choking on it at the same time. "I-I don't have cat ears," he stuttered, reaching to feel his ears, only to find them on top of his head. His fingers found Dazai's and he blushed once again, but darker from the contact. Dazai held his hand firmly and brought them forward, hugging Atsushi from behind, "You have a tail too, Tiger~" his head rested on Atsushi's shoulder, "That looks good, did you make enough to share?"
The white-haired male could feel his heart beating fast and his hormones rushing through his body, and all he wanted in that moment was Dazai. He had gotten so lost in these thoughts that it took him a moment to realize what Dazai was talking about, so he was only a little frazzled when he managed to stammer out "Y-Yeah, I made pl-plenty of Chazuke." He swallowed thickly, "W-Well, I should go take a shower now, bye," he said quickly and awkwardly as he escaped Dazai's gentle embrace and ran into the bathroom, grabbing his clothes off of the counter on the way there.
Dazai chuckled quietly, knowing full-well his effect on the boy. He could imagine Atsushi still leaning against the other side of the door he closed a little too quickly. He could almost see Atsushi sliding down the door and smelling his shirt collar where Dazai had his head just seconds before. He could see his tiger's reluctance to take it off because Dazai and the boy both knew it would mean either a cold shower, or something much more entertaining. He could almost feel the boy shiver as he stripped and prepared to shower. He shook his head and tried not to think that way though. The old him would have showered with a boy this delicious, and he would have fucked him senseless until he couldn't remember any name but "Dazai" and then some. He would have kept him locked in the apartment for a week at least until he was trained to need him. But he wasn't the old him anymore, and he didn't want to create another Atagawa who couldn't live without his cock and praise. He wanted Atsushi in all of his adorable habits, and he wanted to corrupt him with one kink at a time. On the other side of that door, Dazai could hear the shower turning on and soft gasping from the boy.