I was so afraid of society that I wore a cosplay

ha?

Dirty?

What it is?

Dark and dirty bugs?

The boy's eyes were clear blue, and you could clearly see the doubts and confusion inside them.

"I see, you don't even know what 'dirty' is?"

Hearing Dazai Osamu's words, I couldn't help but blinked in confusion, "What...?"

What the hell is he talking about?

Can't you say something I can understand? !

Perhaps Dazai Osamu's lack of approach relieved some of this suffocating uneasiness. Although I was still nervous, I was able to ask questions.

"Dazai...what is filth?"

Dazai Osamu was stunned for a moment, then he laughed and said, "Don't you even know about Aruba Tu?"

Nakahara Chuuya reluctantly cooperated with him as a mafia in order to know the truth about Aruba Tu.

"Arangba vomited?"

I spat out this unfamiliar word and became even more confused.

"what is that?"

Didn't my bestie tell me?

Can't we say something I can understand?

For example: Have you eaten? Are you hungry? These are easy questions to ask!

Totally don't know what to say.

It drives society to death.

……

Osamu Dazai lost his smile and his expression became serious.

At first, he only thought that Zhongya was just being kept in captivity, but according to the leader's optimal solution, he would still let him fight for Hong Kong and Black.

After all, there are only a handful of people with such powerful combat power.

As long as someone is disqualified in the world, filth will become a controllable trump card.

They cooperate well, just like him and Zhongyuan Zhongya in this world, achieving "double black" and becoming famous in the world.

This Chuuya...hasn't he even killed anyone?

So clean.

Just like the canary, kept in a cage, gaudy.

……

What happened, what happened.

The atmosphere is so depressing.

Fujiwara Megumi shrank uncomfortably and tentatively called him, "Dazai?"

When someone looked over, his eyes were panicked and he subconsciously said: "Are you okay..."

Please don't look so grim, it feels like you are trying to silence someone.

My bestie, come back soon——!

Your boyfriend seems to have gone dark.

Dazai Osamu glanced at him deeply.

The orange-haired boy shrank even more, with a thin layer of water in his eyes. He felt a little pitiful for no reason. He grasped the bed sheets at a loss and stepped back cautiously.

He grabbed the boy's retreating wrist, ignoring the undisguised horror on the other's face, and desperately pulled his arm back. His iris-colored eyes narrowed in mockery, "Don't you know how to do the conjoined technique?"

If it were Nakahara Chuuya himself, even if he was scared, he would have kicked him out of anger.

No, how could that arrogant little man be afraid?

He only knows how to tear his enemies into pieces without hesitation.

"Put down... your hand." He was already afraid that he wouldn't be able to do it, but his wrist was suddenly grabbed.

Fujiwara Megumi couldn't hold back her tears, "Let go!"

He was frightened and cried.

"..." No matter how many thoughts he had, they stopped abruptly at the moment when the orange-haired boy cried. Osamu Dazai let go of his hand and allowed him to jump out of bed and rush out the door.

"Chuuya!"

Megumi Fujiwara, who was running randomly, collided with Kazumi Chiki who had just stepped out of the elevator.

The bag of clothes he bought fell to the ground with a crash.

The boy who was still crying hugged him tightly as if he had grasped a life-saving straw, sobbing: "I'm so scared..."

The creepy feeling of being stared at by an abyss made him tremble uncontrollably.

The fear given to him by different groups of people was another kind of panic that would bring him death and suffocation.

Those eyes are so scary.

……

Qianji Kazumi calmed down, he hugged Xiao Qingmei and stroked his hair comfortingly.

They looked up at each other and walked through the door with expressionless faces.

Osamu Dazai.

"Why are you here."

Case solved.

Xiao Qingmei would cry like this because she was 100% frightened by this black mud in the world.

Dazai Osamu looked at the two people hugging each other and showed an expression like "You misunderstood me, I'm just passing by."

"So this room belongs to you. Sorry, I went to the wrong room."

……

The moment they passed each other, the doctor in a white coat said silently: "There will be no next time."

Osamu Dazai paused for a moment, then thought of something and smiled lowly, "I won't do this next time."