After a Certain Filth-Brained Man Dragged Me Down

I'm writing this just for fun, and updates are irregular.

Elementary-school-level writing, with a severe OOC warning for the characters.

Don't read if you don't like it. The original story is heavily altered.

The story spans a long period of time. My writing doesn't improve as it goes, but the style changes. If you're okay with that, dig in!

Because so much time has passed, some details may contradict each other. Please check the cover for the specific settings.

I found a way to stitch the two together!

Jinguji Kazuya, former Port Mafia executive candidate, is currently being enthusiastically hunted down.

I would like to thank the person responsible for all this: Dazai Osamu. He made perfect use of his talent for being a walking bundle of gloom, getting Oda-kun and me removed from the Port Mafia's whitelist, then putting himself and me on the blacklist.

Jinguji Kazuya: Let me thank you. You brought warmth to all four seasons.

Why isn't Oda-kun included? Because Dazai Osamu is so good at drawing people's hatred that Oda-kun has practically been forgotten. Forced smile.jpg

How should I put it? I think I finally understand how Chuuya feels.

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I couldn't make it in Yokohama anymore, so I ran off to Tokyo in utter despair and opened a cafe.

The staff are kind, and the customers are friendly.

All in all, life is peaceful. It's just that one kid in the detective agency upstairs seems kind of fake, and has the same bad habit as a certain gloomy slime: carrying a wiretap around everywhere.

Then that gloomy slime pushed open my shop door one sunny afternoon and threw his arms wide.

"Hey, hey! I'll have a mocha with dish soap in it, please. Oh, isn't that Kazuya? Long time no see~"

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Jinguji Kazuya: Dazai Osamu, back off, back off, back off!!!

This is my first time writing. I'll lightly cross over some manga I like.

The pairing might be Dazai, or I'll see how it goes.

I'm not good at writing romance, and the ending might be tragic.

No outline. I may write more later. It's mostly everyday life. My brain isn't up to writing even one ten-thousandth of the cleverness of the schemers.

Theme: A warmth you can't resist will scorch a coward.