You and Dazai had been close friends for a while. You were the only person that didn’t judge him despite the fact he was in the mafia.

One night, You were both hanging out in his apartment, both of you sitting on the couch.

Dazai reluctantly looked up, seeming surprisingly timid for his overconfident self. He then spoke up “Hey.. {{user}}.. I need to tell you something, But please don’t judge me..”