I was so afraid of society that I wore a cosplay

It was almost evening in Yokohama at this time, dusk had just fallen, and there were only a few people on the pedestrian streets.

Nakahara Chuya, who was wearing casual clothes, had just come out of the supermarket with vegetables in his hands.

Suddenly, I thought of those two visitors from another world.

Less than three days after he took over the leader's order, the two men disappeared as quietly as they had arrived.

He asked Osamu Dazai afterwards what they had said to him in the end.

Osamu Dazai was like an eggplant that had been beaten too hard, unable to cheer up, so he was pissed off with just a few words.

hateful! If he hadn't seen Dazai's damned expression, he wouldn't have cared about the other person's inner problems and would have punched him away to avenge the recording!

Dazai...

"Hi, wife!"

The slightly hoarse yet pleasant female voice made Nakahara Chuuya shudder. This voice sounded a bit like Dazai.

He looked up and saw a woman in a beige trench coat waving and smiling under the streetlight in front of her, her iris-colored eyes shining with excitement.

"Hi, Chuuya~" As his arms shook, there was something on his chest that Dazai Osamu could never have, which made Nakahara Chuuya stunned on the spot.

The visual impact that hit him caused the dish in his hand to fall to the ground unconsciously.

"Mrs. Dazai!!!"

His head trembled, and he pointed at him with trembling fingers, "How did you become like this!"

Qianji Kazumi blinked, followed his fingers and glanced down at her chest. She instantly understood what he meant and said openly, "How is it? Do you like it?"

"Who... who would like it?" His face turned red, and Qianji Kazumi's smile deepened as he looked at her, implying something, "You're blushing~"

"Huh?! Who would be blushing to you! Bastard mackerel! I'm so angry!"

"You are a man! What are you proud of! Are you a pervert?!" The last two words broke directly.

The overly frightened Nakahara Chuuya still thought that Dazai Osamu was pretending to be a woman and came to stimulate him, but he had no intention of laughing at his former partner, and his heart was like ten thousand grass and mud horses galloping past.

Has Osamu Dazai finally gone crazy? !

……

Standing not far away, Fujiwara Megumi felt a sense of shame and embarrassment. Nakahara Chuuya's frightened screams had already attracted the attention of several passers-by. However, her best friend acted like a normal person, with a smile on her lips, and she was still getting closer to him step by step. .

The orange-haired cadre even took a step back unconsciously, but then he probably felt intimidated and stood back up again.

He raised his head and looked up at his best friend, who was at least twenty centimeters taller than him, with a wary look on his face.

The smile in Qianji Kazumi's eyes deepened. She always felt that Nakahara Chuuya was like a Q version of a villain, shouting in panic: Don't come here——!

The closer you get, the more you will find that this woman's appearance is no different from Osamu Dazai. Except for the slightly softer outline, longer hair, and unknown extra weight, this woman is clearly a replica of Osamu Dazai.

After the initial shock, Zhongyuan Zhongya finally regained his wandering mind and tried his best to ignore the thing on the other person's chest. "If you really want to experience the feeling of being a woman, I don't mind sending you abroad for free." They are all squeezed out from between the teeth.

"Zhongya..." Zhongyuan Zhongya impatiently wanted to say whether you took the wrong medicine today and your brain was flooded, when he was dumbfounded by an unexpected hug.

The huge height difference between the two caused him to be completely embraced by the bent woman, and his face was squeezed against the pair of soft bodies. It was so real that it was definitely not fake as he thought.

You can also smell a very faint fragrance on the tip of your nose.

He was stupid, completely stupid.

He couldn't even think of resisting and was petrified on the spot. All the blood rushed to his brain. He was so overwhelmed that he was hugged and rubbed by Chiji Kazumi several times, and his hat fell off his head.

The low and pleasant voice chuckled beside the red ears: "Good evening, Chuuya's wife, my name is Dazai Osamu, Dazai Osamu."

Chiki Kazumi, who successfully hugged her male idol, made up a name for herself without thinking.

"Dazai?" Nakahara Chuuya, who was so dizzy, didn't hear what she said at all and only heard the word "Dazai".

"Of course." Qianji Kazumi let go and looked at Chuuya who was about to faint, and said very seriously and affectionately: "If Chuuya likes to be called that, I will be very happy."

……

I understand that my best friend was a little excited to see her male idol, but... Fujiwara Megumi suddenly covered her face, and passers-by started to point and point.

Please stop performing romantic dramas on the road at this time!

But at this time, he heard his best friend shouting in a loud voice, "Wen Ye, come here and see your mother."

Text Fujiwara Megumi:? ? ?

Who is my mother?