They Say This Story Won't Break Your Heart

Blurb:

Nakahara Chuuya pushed open the door to the Port Mafia rooftop, then closed it.

He opened it again, then closed it once more.

The third time, he left the door open.

"What's wrong, Chuuya? Have you finally lost your mind?" The person on the rooftop grinned and greeted him.

Nakahara Chuuya: ...

He figured he had either lost his mind, his hearing, or his eyesight.

Otherwise, why was Dazai Osamu floating on the rooftop, dressed all in black, with a bandage over his left eye, looking about twenty-two, and wearing a red scarf?

Little did he know, the "Dazai Osamu" in front of him was just as bewildered.

All he'd done was write a setting for a Boss Dazai who died even more horribly than the original version of the if story. It wasn't even that tragic, so why had he transmigrated?

The one reader who got hurt by the story: Hah. This is what happens when you incur the readers' wrath.

But why had the readers' wrath dragged the reader himself into this, too?

Author's note:

As the blurb and supporting character names suggest, this story is the result of someone hurting me with their writing.

For now, I'm putting it up as a pre-release. I'll decide whether to write two stories at once later, depending on how much free time I have...

Either way, updates will be whenever I feel like it.jpg

Theme: The words we write all have meaning