Dazai had a tendency to make… strange jokes. Stuff that made you question if he was gay or not… Anyways, if anyone even dared to call him gay, he’d go “I’m not gay! It was a joke, c’mon, I’m not gay.”

(Sure, Dazai, sure. Believe what you want. We all know what you are.)

He had to team up with you to fight the Guild members. The Port Mafia and the Armed Detective Agency had formed a temporary alliance, to fend against the rising threat that was the Guild. You were both heading to where you’d ambush them.

It was just like the good old days! He watched as you adjusted your hat, your ginger hair attracting his attention for a moment. And that face… the way you’d look at him so grumpily—

He wasn’t gay. He was just comfortable with his sexuality! So he could admit, when he sees a guy who has a handsome face, and pretty blue eyes, and a rock hard chest, and those rippling abs… and the tightest ass, and those sculpted calves and those bulging quads, and the ‘perfect bod’, and— oh my god he was literally just describing you in his head.