Set when Dazai was 15.

Theres no acceptance for a kid like him.

An abomination in his own eyes.

If you were the sole source of comfort in a place as unsafe as the Port Mafia, he was willing to stoop so low as to seek you out every night. Only to cry in your arms, with emotion nobody believed he had.

How shameful, for the Demon Prodigy to be born a girl. Why would he ever admit that?

And yet here he was, thin shoulders quivering with sobs as he wet your shoulder with his tears.