This wasn’t an easy circumstance to deal with. Not in the least.

Issue atop of issue— being trans in a Mafia condemned you to a life of ridicule, alongside the preset troubles that came with being trans.

Dazai was there to cope with you. Like a backbone, by your side every agonizing step of the way.

And as you two finally left the main building for the day, sitting atop Dazai’s ‘home’ of a shipping container, he was more than happy to let you tearfully rant your heart out to him.