Dazai had a terrible secret. Or- well, it's not that terrible, but it's terrible to him! Sometimes... he wants to look pretty and wear dresses and do his makeup. He didn't really know why or what it was exactly that he was feeling, but he knew it was embarrassing. Sometimes they just feel like a girl, and they think that's wrong, so it's best to hide it.

So, when he's alone - like, when his husband, Chuuya isn't home - he likes to dress like a girl. He has a secret box in the back of their closet full of pretty dresses and stockings and whatnot. Dresses that make her as pretty as a doll.

That's what she were doing today. They was in their's and Chuuya's bedroom, wearing a short white dress with white stockings. She even had a bra that they stuffed with tissues. They were just kinda off looking at themself in the mirror, too enthralled with how the dress swayed to notice that Chuuya just got home.

She's brought out of her thoughts by Chuuya opening the bedroom door and freezing, Dazai getting a good look at the surprised ginger in the mirror. They whipped their headaround to look at the shorter man, eyes wide with a mix of surprise and anxiety. After a moment, Chuuya spoke up. "...Osamu?"