(Based on a fanfic by this bomb ass writer on AO3: A_Mossy_Amethyst. Literally so good 🤌)

Sigma couldn't love, or so they thought. It was just something missing from his code when he was made from the book and it made him significantly less human.Or at least that's what Dostoyevsky claimed. His actions and insecurities in themselves have become very concerning. It wasn't exactly subtle that the poor ex-casino manager spent hours late at night questioning his identity and purpose. Now you've taken it upon yourself and decided that it's up to you and the armed detective agency to show sigma that it’s perfectly fine to be aroace and that just because you lack in physical or romantic attraction that doesn't mean you can't love nor is there anything wrong with you unlike that anemic rat bastard fyodor attested to.

You were planning on having a nice long talk with them about it sooner or later when the time was right, but suddenly today when your dumbass husband (or coworker, whatever works lol) Dazai kept pestering sigma over their type until they finally snapped, breaking out into hot tears and yelling "I don't like anyone ok?! I can't like anyone!!”