"Don't do any more tasks next, Odasaku." Dazai Osamu raised his eyes to look at the lights in the distance, and lazily put his hands on the railing.
"Or go out," he said, "and take the orphans you adopted with you."
A little casually, but also deliberately, he tilted his head and asked: "OK?"
It's more of a friendship-oriented thing, with a bit of entangled feelings.
It's not long, probably because the time is a little confused, so the if line and the black hour are intertwined.
Some stories about "accidental" encounters between Orita.
The ending is probably not perfect.
The private design is like mountains and seas, but it is probably biased towards the original work.
A strange little story, estimated to be around 10,000 words, and about ten chapters.
Updates are irregular, so be careful when entering the trap.
Intention: The time we put together will eventually disappear, Oda Dazai, I feel regretful