On How Unreasonably Strong Little Dazai Is

The Literary Academy: an ordinary, unremarkable first-rate school. There's nothing special about it, except that everyone who graduates is the best of the best. At least, that's how it looks to outsiders. The truth is, its pitifully few students spend their days blowing up the school, hoping new students will arrive, giving the principal a bald spot, and plucking the cat. The students come from all sorts of worlds and bizarre settings, and their values are a little skewed. The only reason the school hasn't shut down is that Principal Mori still has hair left [Mori: Is that any way to speak to me?!] Director Fukuzawa's sword hasn't broken yet [Fuku: ...] and Trustee Natsume's cat still has fur left to pluck [Natsume: Meow!!!] But unfortunately, there's no Dazai Osamu here. Not even a Dazai from some alternate setting. Everyone: What a shame [eagerly planning a trip to drag a Dazai back] Dazais from other worlds: Stay away from us!! Until one fragile [with emphasis] little Dazai happens to wander by. Dazai: Huh? A few things to know about this story: Dazai is adored by everyone. See my character design on LOFTER: I'm an overactive daydreamer who wants to see all sorts of things, but I'm too scared to write them. Maybe I'm just talentless but addicted. Theme: Dazai...