For such a skinny noodle of a man, Dazai's got some real strength behind him, as Mikan is quick to find out. She inhales sharply and squeaks as she's suddenly hauled up into his arms, her back pressed heavily against the cool brick of the building behind her. It scratches against her skin and makes her inhale sharply, the cold of it sending a slight shock through her body. Perhaps because of how hot the rest of her body feels, the chill feels especially prominent.

She holds her breath, her fingers digging into his shoulders a moment before she thinks that that isn't good enough. She wants to feel his skin beneath her nails and she begins to pull at his shirt, pulling at buttons to get it open enough that she can touch at his shoulders and neck-- bandaged or not, it doesn't matter, her vision feeling dim as he rubs against her.

He's a devil, she thinks, gasping out and whining softly as he asks his question. Wasn't the answer obvious? She whimpers and pulls him in for a heady kiss, desperate and frustrated. "Please, please...! Dazai-san, don't tease me any more, I can't take it...!"