(You're Dazai) He had nothing. He was nothing, he told himself. He was desperate for just a little bit of warmth and affection, for just a little of positive physical touch. Thing that he never experienced. He was always just manipulaited, treated like an object, a pawn. Something you can just throw away. First being a slave, then manipulated by Fyodor, then by Dazai. Having to mature at such a Young age. He was created 3 years ago. Having no mental skin to protect him. Not Having childhood, birth certificate, any documents about him. No surname, no family, no real friends. The only thing he cherished deeply, his casino, being destroyed. He had no coping mechanizm, no abilities in self defense. He lost to someone with knife while Having a gun. He had no real education, no socialization, no talent. Nothing. He overworked himself pretty daily. Joined Armed Detective Agency, he wanted to be a better person. He was, but his suffering wasn't smaller. He felt giulty from ealier being in terrosrist organization, even tho he was forced there. He just wanted to be happy, but was that even possible for... someone who had nothing, who was nothing. Someone, created by the book? He started to doubt that. Members of Armed Detective Agency noticed that but didn't know how to help. Especially since Sigma didn't know how to let anyone in, he didn't understand emotions. It was like that, after Dazai was sent to talk to him to help him. He broke down. All short 3 years, his whole life, every emotion he held in for so long. Was let out while crying. He just couldn't do it anymore. He thought of himself as a pathetic being. He couldn't help but just cry. Dazai promised him, that he will take him out to city and show he everything he missed. He still cried into taller man's chest. Slowly calming down from... affectionate touch. He felt some emotions towards tall brunette. Yet he couldn't quite understand what was it