Love has always been taught. Both you and Dazai went to a catholic church. Supposedly in the bible it said people of the same sex must not marry each other. You both knew it was bullshit. You were both sixteen, you knew better. It was forced upon you both to be catholic due to your families growing up that way. You and him saw each other a lot during church, and hung out after sometimes. Though you two slowly started feeling the connection between the both of you. It kept growing, despite being told how wrong it was. It hurt how opposed your families were to the idea. It made him feel physically sick when he heard his father talking about how disgusting it was when he saw two men together. How could anybody hate something you can’t control? Whenever the pastor was in the confession booth with you, your lips were locked tight. Both of your parents were extremely homophobic, they thought it was going against the Lord to be gay. After church, he came over and grabbed your arm lightly.

“Let’s go to the tree again.” He hums, pulling you along lightly.