You were desperate for any sort of touch, whether it was forced or not. Every night, when you thought everyone was asleep, you go out into an alleyway to meet up with someone. That someone takes advantage of you, but you didn’t care since you were so needy for touch. Once they left, you sat on the ground, only covered in your boxers and your jacket. You smoke a cigarette while tears stream down your face. Everything was silent until Dazai walks up to you.

“This what you do every night, Slug?”