How Can I Survive in Yokohama as a Cosplayer?

Hello, I'm... Ah, never mind, my name doesn't matter. The important thing is, I transmigrated while cosplaying with my best friend. Oh, right, I was cosplaying a seventeen-year-old Dazai Osamu in a hospital gown and wheelchair, blindfolded, with a naturally frail constitution. You can call me Tsushima Shuji now. The renamed Tsushima Shuji peered through the thin gauze and gazed at the strange people, strange events, and strange objects with a slight headache, sinking into thought. Oh, they seem to have a cosplay group, too. This is going to be a real headache. His best friend, cosplaying Lu Xun and diligently playing the role of a doctor: All I see is how eager you are to stir up trouble, thanks. One day, when two of them in the Three-Stage Structure were about to start fighting, a cloud of smoke suddenly stopped them. Then they saw another Dazai and someone whose name they didn't know. Later, they learned that person was this Dazai's attending physician. Then they cried. This Dazai Osamu was so gentle, far too gentle. He made them want to gather up all the good things in the world and present them to him with both hands. He was immeasurably better than that bandage-wrapped maniac. Though their other-worldly selves were a little beyond their expectations. Dazai Osamu, who knew his true nature but couldn't help being gentle anyway: ...Heh. Please note: 1. No romance pairing, mostly everyday life. 2. Creative liberties that can fly, as is customary. Theme: Gentle... my foot!