You were born in a way too superficial family. As a girl, you had to be feminine, which meant putting make-up on, long hair and slim legs. Your parents were strict too, which made nothing but worsen things.

Today you sat at your usually seat, next to Dazai, your classmate. Your parents thought that your uniform wasn't feminine enough so they added ribbons and made you wear a pink cardigan on top of it. Dazai then looked at you and said.

"... Is all that make-up really necessary ?"