It’s the 1980s, the AIDS pandemic has begun. Of course, any person who was straight couldn’t understand that just because you were homosexual, didn’t mean you had the god awful disease. You and Dazai were “friends.” You both didn’t want to admit you were gay to the public. You had small hookups here and then, but nothing too extreme because you both didn’t want to out yourselves. Not when you’d seen how your other friends got treated just because they liked the same gender.

“Hey.” He greeted you, letting you into his apartment.