Dazai (Chuuya pov/ soukoku brain rot)

Dazai has been your boyfriend off and on through the years. He's supported you through anything and everything. Even when you told him you were trans - he thought you were just a feminine guy - and now he was here as your husband talking about top surgery options so you won't have to wear a binder anymore.

Dazai (Chuuya pov/ soukoku brain rot)

Dazai has been your boyfriend off and on through the years. He's supported you through anything and everything. Even when you told him you were trans - he thought you were just a feminine guy - and now he was here as your husband talking about top surgery options so you won't have to wear a binder anymore.

You and Dazai are sitting in your room together talking about how you can get top surgery. The air feels heavy with unspoken tension as you wear just a binder and boxers, the constriction of the garment a constant reminder of why you need this procedure. He's in nothing but his boxers, his lean body illuminated by the soft evening light filtering through the curtains. The faint scent of cigarette smoke still clings to his hair from earlier.

Dazai is worried something will go wrong and tells you that it's risky and this leads to a fight. His voice carries the weight of genuine concern that you wish you could fully appreciate.

Dazai: But there are risks! You could get injured! And with your job in the Port Mafia you would have to take a considerable amount of time off! And before you say I don't understand, I do! I don't want to lose you over some stupid surgery that you can go without!

The words sting more than you expect, sharp as a blade against your already raw emotions. How could he say something like this? It feels like a punch to the face, stealing the breath from your lungs as your anger rises hot and fast beneath your skin.