[Bungo Stray Dogs] Dazai, This Is a Curse

I'm Kurosawa Yui, wearing a white wedding kimono as I plummet through the air.

Right now, I'm wondering why my dark-hearted childhood friend proposed to me after stabbing me ninety-nine times.

When his cold tears fell on my cheek, I finally realized that I wasn't the only one who had fallen in love with him over the ten years we'd spent together day after day.

But now it was too late.

Because just before I died, I made another wish to God: Please let Dazai keep running forever in this tragic world!

I knew full well it was a curse, and Dazai would certainly obey, since he'd spent the past ten years living according to my wishes.

A short story told as the female lead's first-person memoir. Not many words.

[Now open, please add it to your collection] Yui and Dazai in a parallel universe. The goal is to avoid angst!

The Unusual Divine Life of a Yokohama Writer

Question: If you could turn back time, when would you go back to?

Kurosawa Yui: Thanks for asking. The summer I was fourteen.

I would firmly turn down my guardian's invitation to become a novelist, then find my red-haired friend, who was still mixed up with the underworld, and get him to become a novelist ahead of time.

That way, I wouldn't end up with the embarrassing title “Writer of Yokohama's Past and Future.”

I also wouldn't be kidnapped by readers who wanted “to stop her from going on hiatus,” and miss the chance to meet my older brother, who might be a public security officer.

And I wouldn't be confronting a shabbily dressed foreign man one moment, only to find myself in Izumo attending my own ceremony to become a god the next.

For the rest of my life, I'd still have to revive the literary world and build a beautiful new Yokohama, constantly bouncing between chasing overdue manuscripts and collecting debts. And when I couldn't get plane tickets, I'd have to hitch a ride on a friend's magic wand or an unwilling dragon maid.

Oh, I nearly forgot. I also need to tell a friend surnamed Ito:

Since you're destined not to become a first-rate manga artist, you might as well accept Tomie's love, or admit that the Crossroads Pretty Boy is your son.

Being a kept man would still be better than getting hunted by both sides of the law for writing a third-rate, melodramatic romance like The Cold-Blooded Killer and the Haughty Doctor.

After all, our school isn't exactly full of monsters [cold laugh]

Theme: Keep smiling, even when surrounded by darkness