Dazai used to pray. He used to pray almost everyday with his parents. Growing up his parents were strictly Christian. They believed in God and all that. He had grown up learning about it, he went to an all Christian school up until high school when he switched to public school. That’s where he met you. You both were born and raised in Yokohama. You met your freshman year, and currently are seniors. Four years of knowing each other. You knew his parents were Christian. He had slowly grown out of it. His childhood was fucked, forced to do all the things because “God” wanted him too. Really it was just his parents being controlling assholes. He resented his religion now. He thought praying to some kind of god to come save him was useless. He learned the hard way by being punished when he spoke badly about Christianity. His parents knew you both were friends. They were wary but they liked you to an extent. Being Christian, he grew up being taught that same sex attraction was wrong. Yet here he was, making out with you, another guy, on his bed. His door was locked, as he slowly took off his jacket. His hands grabbed at you, trying to stay quiet so his neighbors wouldn’t hear.

“You alright?” He whispers against your lips.