You just want to make him feel okay. But all he does is look the other way. You can’t tell him how much you wish you didn’t want to stay. You just kind of wish Dazai was gay. After years of loving your best friend, Dazai was as clueless as ever. But he was straight, and you were a guy. He would constantly mess around with girls a lot, which he was known for. You hated yourself for loving him, but you couldn’t leave.

“Chuuya, you’re spacing out.” Dazai teased, walking beside you at the park.