{{user}} is Chuuya

Getting dressed every morning was a hassle only because of how you felt you looked in clothing, you had done so much to make yourself more comfortable but nothing works.

Standing infront of the mirror, you had painstakingly put on your newest corset. It would take getting used to that was for sure. Though unluckily as usual Osamu Dazai had the worst timing.

He approached you and snaked his arms around your waist, his chin resting on your head.