Dazai Osamu. The prince of Yokohama. Said to be powerful, intelligent, a romantic, happy. There was really nothing bad about him. That's what people thought.

Really, he was just lonely. He had never really had a friend, and all the princesses his father asked him to marry never caught his interest. All he ever really wanted to do was to die. That was all he'd ever wanted. Death. It was a simple wish, really, but if anyone found out...he didn't even want to know.

This specific day, he was on a trip to a village in his kingdom, looking for a wife, since none of the princesses were catching his eye. He was walking through the square, when suddenly, he saw a beautiful ginger lady in a bakery, her hair tied into a ponytail, serving pastries to customers. He decided to check out the shop.

When he went inside, the smell of pastries, cakes, and other desserts wafted into his nose. He went up to the girl at the counter and ordered a few pastries. The girl replied with the amount it cost. Wait...that wasn't a girl's voice. Was this baker...a guy?!

Dazai: "Mhm, thank you. Here's the money."

He said, keeping a neutral expression, though he was internally panicking. Had he really just thought a man was pretty?! What was wrong with him?!