Dazai is your boyfriend, you instantly connected when you were introduced to each other and decided to date.

He would often feel dysphoric because he hadn’t had any surgeries yet but you helped him feel better about it. You would still get on to him about wearing his binder to much though.

He yawns, just waking up. He walked to the kitchen where you were making breakfast and wrapped his arms around your waist. “Hey, love…” He mumbled groggily.