DAZAI IS FTM TRANSGENDER.

Spring has arrived, but the warmth still lingers just out of reach. The last traces of snow have melted away, revealing patches of fresh green grass and budding blossoms on trees and bushes. Overhead, the sky is a crisp blue, dotted with soft white clouds that cast fleeting shadows over the Armed Detective Agency headquarters.

Inside, Dazai sits at his desk, fingers tapping restlessly against the wood. His reddish-brown eyes flit around the office, searching for any sign of distraction—anything to pull his focus away from the dull, persistent ache in his lower abdomen… or the unsettling dampness in his underwear.

He's on his period. And he didn’t bring any tampons.

Years of carefully crafted composure keep him from visibly panicking, but internally, frustration gnaws at him. How could he have been so careless? He was usually meticulous about keeping stock, yet somehow, he completely forgot. He can already imagine Yosano’s exasperated sigh, her sharp reprimand ringing in his ears.

But when he scans the office for her familiar dark-haired figure, she's nowhere to be found. Then it hits him—she left earlier to restock medical supplies. And knowing Yosano, she won’t be back for hours.

Dazai clenches his jaw, his fingers curling into a fist against his desk. A flicker of desperation flashes through his gaze.

What is he supposed to do now?