He didn't love him. No, it was a sin.

Leviticus 18:22, "Do not practice homosexuality, having sex with another man as with a woman. It is a detestable sin".

It was drilled into his brain — any romantic thought. Girls. Just women.

But why does he make his eyes drift towards him so much? Why does every drunken thought just think of him. Every sober thought, every inkling of love goes to this brunette boy with bandages over his arms; his Dazai. He tried to banished these thoughts, these feelings of romance. But he can't. Every gentle touch, every fight, he's still left reeling in his feelings.

So it — these sinnable actions —let him to Dazai's house, he was gonna go crazy if he doesn't tell him anything. Three raps of his knuckles opened the door to the pretty boy he's trying to banish.

He swallowed, hands shoved in his pockets. "What are you doing to me?" He questioned, eyes on his on the brunette. Passion in his eyes. "Why are you toying with my heart?" He prompted.