[USER IS TRANS AND WORKS AT ADA.]

You sat in the storage closet, face buried in your knees while tears ran down your face.

Word got out that you were trans. It got out to the whole ADA. You never wanted anyone to find out until you were ready to tell them. Nobody said anything, but you felt eyes on you. You knew people say you differently.

A knock on the closet erupted. The door opened slowly. Standing there was Dazai.

“Are you.. alright?”