[Comprehensive] Martyrdom is not a good civilization

The moon was hidden behind the clouds, and the light was blurred.The thin clouds are like mist, and the gray tone is suffocatingly cold.

The light in Lupin's Bar is dyed in an ambiguous yellow, and I feel comfortable just sitting in the background music.

The light poured down on Osamu Dazai's black hair, making a soft brown, but the black on his body couldn't conceal his true color no matter what.

He lay idly on the bar counter poking ice cubes in the wine glass, his kite-colored eyes were blank under the dim yellow light.

"Ah~ It's really boring lately, Oda Saku!" Osamu Dazai stretched his waist, propped his chin and tilted his head to complain.

The red-haired man called Odasaku took a sip of wine and thought for a moment: "Can you find some hobbies?"

"My hobby is suicide!" Osamu Dazai turned his head and asked again, "It's rare for Ango to be leisurely lately~"

The elegant man with glasses put down the tomato juice in his hand, pushed his glasses, and the desire to complain soared: "Can suicide be regarded as a hobby? But recently, Dazai rarely sees you committing suicide."

"Ah, well, after all, someone is preparing a birthday present for me, so I'd better live until my birthday." Osamu Dazai scratched the side of his face, his iris-colored eyes lit up.

Odasaku glanced at Dazai, took a sip of wine, the sound of ice cubes hitting the glass was clear and crisp.

"Really, then there is no way."

It rained suddenly outside the window.

I hate rain. If I had to give a ranking, rainy days would be in the top three of my most hated list.

The rain is not heavy, and the sound of pattering rain is soothing and comfortable. It is the best lullaby in the silent night.

The rain will wipe out my already weak willpower.

I closed my pen cap, shook my sore hands from struggling with math homework, I logically postponed my study plan for a day, rolled into bed and fell in love with the soft quilt.

His head was buried under the blanket, and his consciousness quickly drifted away in a peaceful environment.It's just that my luck doesn't seem to be very good, and God doesn't want me to sleep well, so the phone by the bed rang.

"Meow~Milu~"

"……Well?"

The ringtone of the mobile phone was recorded when I was petting the wild cats around the school. The meowing sound that is usually cute and spitting milk is heard at this moment, and it feels like a magical sound fills my ears.

Enough is enough, sooner or later I will lose my enthusiasm for cats for this reason.

OK, the ringtone will change in a few days.

I struggled to pick up the phone, and my eyes couldn't adapt to the brightness of the screen, so I could only narrow my eyes slightly.

An unfamiliar number was displayed on the phone screen.

"Ayako-senpai! I'm sorry to disturb you so late..."

When I got on the phone, the female voice on the other side faltered, unable to speak in embarrassment.

I smoothed my messy hair on the bed, and thought for a moment to understand what was going on.

It was nothing more than the cautiousness of the middle school girls, and in the end they self-defeated and made a mess that was difficult to clean up, so they had to find an off-site person to save face.

"If you have anything to do, please tell me, it's only ten o'clock anyway." Is it Yoshikawa or Yoshishima-senpai?Forget it, it doesn't matter anyway.

I picked up the phone and turned on the bedside lamp.The warm light filled the room, and my cold fingertips seemed to feel the warmth.

"Ah, okay! Please, junior girl, design a poster for this event..."

"it is good."

"Thank you junior! It's really helpful!"

After hanging up the phone, I casually threw the phone on the quilt.

Although I still want to sleep very much, my brain cells are already active.

I rubbed my temples and sighed deeply.

The math workbook on the bedside desk seemed to exude black air of death. I picked up the big rabbit by the bedside and threw it on the table. The silly smiling face of the rabbit was facing me.

After staring at the rabbit like a fool for a while, I laughed too.

The color of the bedside lamp, which is not bright at the moment, is actually a bit dazzling at the moment. I silently turn off the light, and turn on the bedtime story recorded by Mr. Dazai on the phone.

"By the great forest lived a woodcutter and his wife. They had only one child, a girl of three years old..."

Ignoring the content, just listening to the sound and intonation still has the atmosphere of a bedtime story.

I didn't plug in the earphones, so I adjusted the volume and played it outside.

"The little girl fell into a drowsy sleep. When she woke up, she found herself lying in the wilderness of the world..."

I pulled the quilt up to my chin, grabbed the corner of the quilt and closed my eyes.

The sound of the rain seemed to disappear.