Leave the choices to fate, and the results to the future.
The silkworm spins silk until it dies; the candle sheds tears until its flame is spent.
Tsushima Kokonoka, who is unbelievably lazy, somehow ends up raising children every single time.
Raise one child, then raise another. Raise one child, then raise another.
Don't call me a professional child-raiser. Call me the child-raising project lead.
[On the first day, it desired light; on the second, the realm of desire; on the third, form.
It separated itself from chaos and shaped an existence of its own.
On the fourth day, it desired longing; on the fifth, spirit; on the sixth, self.
It laid down the laws of the world and at last took human form.
On the seventh day, it desired nothingness; on the eighth, love; on the ninth, an end.
It surpassed creation itself and moved toward the perfect dissolution of the self.
Creation springs from desire, and the ultimate desire is precisely the opposite of creation: love and the dissolution of the self.]
◎ Crossover with Bungo Stray Dogs, Jujutsu Kaisen, Detective Conan, Natsume's Book of Friends, and more.
◎ Tsushima Kokonoka and Osamu Dazai (Tsushima Shuji) are fraternal twins, a boy and a girl. Aside from their hair and eye colors, they don't look alike at all.
◎ Couple: Ryunosuke Akutagawa
◎ Other characters may have one-sided feelings for the heroine. If I feel inspired, I might write a separate extra story.
◎ There are plenty of original settings in this story. Please forgive any out-of-character moments. I have no hard limits, and I'm happy to chat and discuss.
◎ The writing style is a little stream-of-consciousness, so the story may feel rather subdued.
◎ This story came from a dream I had. I dreamed that I transmigrated into No Longer Human, a book written by the real-world Osamu Dazai, along with Osamu Dazai from Bungo Stray Dogs. He transmigrated as Yozo Oba, while I was one of his sisters.
Japan in the 1920s and 1930s was in a state of turmoil, and the general mood of society was bleak. In a world where he and I were the only two people from the same place, he tried to kill himself again and again, and I stopped him, furious beyond words. Then I caught the flu, and there was no hope of saving me. The doctor bled me, and I felt a little more alert. When I looked up, I saw Dazai sitting beside me, peeling an apple. I thought he was going to cut his wrists, so I lunged at him to take the knife and nearly got cut. Dazai was startled, too. My body and mind were both failing me. I screamed and sobbed at him, saying things like, "You can't leave me behind," "I'm so scared," and "I don't want to be left here alone." Then I woke up.
But after waking, I realized I would probably die before him, and I felt terribly sorry for Dazai. So I wrote this story.
Theme: An apology that came too late
