When Dazai Shows Up in the World of Jujutsu

Dazai, the master of outlining human bodies, is one tough guy who dares to stroll through a hail of bullets. Today, he finally bit off more than he could chew. First, a huge pile of memories from the future inexplicably appeared in his head. Then he was suddenly cut down, went offline on the spot, and woke up in a new world where even taking a walk meant getting blinded by the curses on the streets. Him: ... Do not disturb: I want to die :) Teacher Yaga: A jujutsu sorcerer should never die with regrets. Why do you want to enroll? wtw: I don't want to stay at home anymore. The Curse User King: To protect the weak. Dazai, aghast: What? This kind of great thing exists too!? Warnings: 1. Updates come late at night. I recommend reading the next morning. 2. The author likes to disappear as soon as a story ends. 3. The pairing is Geto. I'm bad at writing romance, so a few shifts in the relationship might make the characters OOC. Feel free to point it out and I'll revise. 4. I don't have anything else to say for now, but I just really wanted to set aside a whole section to express my love for Dazai! 5. Adding a line to curse at the servers. 6. And one more line: the author supports buying the original work. Coming soon ↓↓↓ “What’s It Like to Have a Script-Obsessed Cellmate?” When Geto left his old mountain village, he was arrested by some strange ordinary people. His only regret was that he hadn't properly said goodbye to his friends. The boy gave up resisting and closed his eyes, waiting for his execution. But the powerful man in a police uniform took him to a secret prison instead. Geto: ...Do the higher-ups want to dissect me? He looked to his right. A young man with black, curly hair had bandages wrapped around his wrists and ankles. His tone was frivolous and carefree. Cellmate No. 1: Another man I can't stand. How am I supposed to die together with him like this? He looked to his left. A frail, pale, anemic-looking foreign young man spoke with polite formality. Cellmate No. 2: Pay him no mind. Would you care to join our Cheerful Troubles Club? Geto fell into deep thought. Was this some kind of massive juvenile reform prison? Theme: The friendships of youth are the most precious