The Scriptwriters Fear Nothing

Dazai Osamu is a second-year management student, a total slacker. Every day, he either skips class (to attempt suicide) or hangs around the club, eating and drinking for free. Sometimes he even plays mahjong with his three roommates and childhood friends. His life is colorful and wonderful. During yet another pleasant dip in the water, Dazai Osamu saw buildings unlike any on campus reflected on the surface. He fell silent. Trembling, Dazai pulled out his phone, opened the dorm group chat, and typed at lightning speed. Did I succeed at suicide today?: I think I've drifted off campus. How do I get back? Urgent, waiting online. Lord Ranpo Is the Greatest Detective: This is such a simple question, Dazai. You actually have to ask? How embarrassing! Lord Ranpo Is the Greatest Detective: Obviously, you walk back! Walk back? Dazai put down his phone and stared at the unfamiliar surroundings, sinking into an even longer silence. As expected of Ranpo, he so casually suggested something I can't do. Maybe I should turn around and drift the other way? #Extreme OOC warning. The author isn't very smart, so don't expect too much from the plot. The logic might be off too, so read at your own risk.# #A story about a screenwriter and director transmigrating into the original work. There may be an alternate timeline later (probably).# #What script? Isn't mahjong fun enough? Or is chess no longer worth playing, or detective games no longer fun?# #No romance, just friendship and family. The four of them are genuine friends.# #The four-player mahjong group: Dazai, Ranpo, Rice Ball, and Snacks. In this version, all four are second-year students of the same age.# Theme: The road home is long