I was so afraid of society that I wore a cosplay

Dazai Osamu narrowed his eyes lazily, "It's so interesting, so let's go and meet him."

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Nakajima Atsushi froze and watched him leave, and the next second he was holding on to the door frame and gasping for air.

He was scared to death, always feeling like Mr. Dazai was going to kill him.

Kunikida Doppo, who had just walked out from the inner room holding the documents, saw him and was surprised, "You are back so soon."

Atsushi Nakajima then remembered that he had gone to work in the field, but encountered an emergency at the port halfway, so he ran back to confirm whether Mr. Dazai was still there.

He suddenly felt embarrassed, "Um, I, I'll go back right now!"

"I'm so sorry!" He bowed hurriedly and ran away.

Kunikida Doppo wanted to ask him if he had seen Dazai, but he disappeared before he could.

Ranpo and Akiko weren't here either, so it seemed like he had to work hard on his own.

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The fire that had not yet started in the port was quickly extinguished.

Anyone who came and went to show concern or approach was dismissed by Chiki Kazumi. Just kidding, if it wasn't for the fact that the handsome boy Chuuya was too weak to move now, she wouldn't have hugged her and taken advantage of her. Then how can I treat myself well——!

Megumi Fujiwara:……

You were not like this the last time you came here.

Let's be more reserved, bestie, have you seen the disgust on your male idol's face?

Akutagawa Ryunosuke coughed twice and stepped forward two steps: "Mr. Dazai, the leader asked us to go see him together."

Oh, it's the uncle with a dangerous hairline.

Fujiwara Megumi unconsciously touched his head, but it hit the pointed brim of his hat.

Somewhat sympathetically, he put down his hands and thought: He must have stayed up too many late nights, and when he reached middle age, he had to go bald.

It’s the general trend.

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The group of people had to go back up from the elevator they had just come down from, but there was an extra black wild dog in the crowd.

Alias: mustard.

Akutagawa, ah no, Akutagawa Ryunosuke, was in the narrow elevator at this time. As the number rose, he began to breathe obviously too fast and his cheeks flushed, which made people wonder if he was suffering from asthma.

To his right, Megumi Fujiwara, who was wearing Chuuya Nakahara's hat, had already looked at him for a long time.

He wanted to say something, but he was worried about something, so he had to look at his best friend.

Chiki Kazumi stood to the left of Ryunosuke Akutagawa. She was holding Nakahara Chuuya, who was pretending to be dead in her arms, and secretly sighed that it felt pretty good. At the same time, she was calculating how she could die peacefully when others recovered.

Of course... this is impossible.

She hasn't lived enough.

But a beating is inevitable.

Alas, why does Chuuya's male god's martial arts value have to be so high? Isn't it bad to be like that guy Dazai Osamu? Chiki Kazumi lowered her eyelashes, lowered her head and buried her face in his shoulder. Her whole body was full of helplessness. I am in love with the male god Chuuya.

As expected, even though he had no strength, he still raised his hand and punched her tenaciously.

This is the strength...

Perfect demonstration of what is the correct version of a small fist punching your chest!

Alas, sighing again, she swore that she really didn't want to bully her male god, but he was so cute that it would be crazy not to tease him.

Is this the so-called Dazai's perspective?

Feeling deeply pleased, Qianji Kazumi hugged him tighter, and Zhongyuan Zhong, who was close to him, felt the weight of the other person's chest. Being controlled by others, he could only turn blue and blue again.

It's not like he didn't ask people to let go of him.

only……

Thinking of the woman's understatement on her face, she said, "Zhongya, even a three-year-old child can push you down now. Be good and don't show off. I'll just carry you away. Trust my arm strength and I won't throw you down." "

It turned out that this woman had the strength to pick him up without any effort at all.

This is outrageous.

Nakahara Chuya felt more and more that she was far different from Osamu Dazai.

And... after today's messy incident, he could totally imagine how the people inside Hong Kong and Black viewed him.

...the heart is dead and the eyes are closed.

After witnessing a series of small actions between her best friend and her boyfriend, Megumi Fujiwara was speechless.

Is his best friend really okay?

Will he really not be beaten to death?

You should at least take a look at the boy standing next to you who is suspected of having an asthma attack!

The cat is going crazy.

……

Fujiwara Megumi, who was on tenterhooks, fearing that Ryunosuke Akutagawa would perform and fall into coma on the spot, got out of the elevator. After seeing that he had calmed down and that his face was no longer flushed, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Safety!

When he opened the door again and saw the old man sitting on a mahogany chair, wearing a red scarf and dressed in black, his thoughts involuntarily shifted.

It's really dangerous there...

Mori Ogai was startled by the strange gaze of the boy who looked like Dazai Osamu, and tentatively moved his hand towards the place where he was looking.

The sparse hair on it told him something.

Looking at the young man, his eyes were filled with sympathy that almost overflowed.

The smile on Mori Ogai's face gradually disappeared.

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