The first meeting was at a very delicate time. Nakahara Chuuya was helping the old lady cross the street, while Oda Sakunosuke... Was helping the child find something.
The two weirdos in □□ met on this day, attracting each other like glimmers of light in the dark night, and then bursting into even greater light.
"It's so beautiful that I can't bear to disturb it, isn't it, Ogai-dono?" Ozaki Momiji looked at Mori Ogai with a knife.
"Of course." Mori Ogai "I'm not that unkind."
Ooc belongs to me, and the author has a glass heart. Can making suggestions rise to the level of personal attack?
Concept: Like sunlight passing through the dark night.
