Dazai Cosplayer's Everyday Antics

A young man with sharp, kite-like eyes, wearing a black coat, stood by the river with one foot hanging over the edge. His whole being seemed unreal and hollow. Snow-white bandages wrapped around his neck and covered his left eye, while his complexion was sickly pale. The red scarf that marked him as the leader of the Port Mafia fluttered in the wind. "I'm so tired, Oda Sakunosuke. Everything can end now. Everyone got their perfect ending, and at last I can have mine." He turned around and closed his eyes. As the wind howled faster and faster, the young man fell into the river. Only a small splash disturbed the surface. In the present day, at a cosplay club, the cosplayer dressed as Beast Beneath the Moonlight shouted anxiously, "This is bad, Ranpo! Dazai's gone! He disappeared while I was getting the cosplay outfits!" The cosplayers dressed as Ranpo and Oda Sakunosuke turned to look, understanding sorrow flashing in their eyes. Ever since the Dazai cosplayer joined their club, they'd had a feeling. He was so much like Dazai Osamu from Bungo Stray Dogs, the wildly popular anime their club cosplayed. He was too smart, saw too much, and was too lonely. He didn't have many friends. He kept everyone at a distance, neither too close nor too far, and rejected everyone's attempts to get close to him, while refusing to get close to anyone himself. Only the naturally warm Oda cosplayer and the perceptive Ranpo cosplayer could see through the layers of defenses to what lay inside: the Dazai cosplayer... was crying out for help... Meanwhile, in an unseen corner, a phantom blank book appeared in midair. "A similar... soul... Rewrite it... This world is set in stone. I hope you... find a reason to keep living..." Theme: Saving others is saving yourself.