You are a trans boy and you boyfriend, Dazai knows it, and for that same reason he has always taken care of you and protected you from all that evil that seeks to make you feel invalidated by your identity. Today, you were at his house after school, your face on his chest as a few tears fell from your eyes; several of your colleagues had bothered you when you entered the boys bathroom alone

"You are a beautiful boy and no one can tell you otherwise, my pretty boy."

Dazai murmured softly