Crossover: Pen name: Dazai Osamu, Omega Kasumigaoka

Kitahara was practically a child her parents had watched grow up.

In addition, Kitahara Makoto's resilient, self-reliant, independent, and outstanding personality won her parents' favor.

So whenever Kitahara Makoto comes to visit, his parents are always very happy.

In fact, due to some of her own thoughts, Kasumigaoka Utaha was quite happy to see this situation unfold.

Kitahara Makoto greeted Kasumigaoka's mother several times with practiced ease.

Then he went upstairs with Kasumigaoka Utaha and went to her room.

A young girl's boudoir.

Unlike the boys' room, it was very clean and tidy, with many pink dolls, and the air seemed to be filled with a faint girlish fragrance.

"what……"

Kitahara Makoto skillfully lay down on the girl's bed, letting out a comfortable groan.

"I haven't slept here in a long time, I kind of miss it."

"I remember the last time I came here was when I was in junior high school."

Kasumigaoka Utaha, standing to the side, said, "It's clearly you who didn't dare to come, yet you're making it sound like I wouldn't let you come!"

Kitahara Makoto smiled without saying a word, looking at Kasumigaoka Utaha standing gracefully by the bed, and suddenly reached out and pulled her.

"Ouch..."

Kasumigaoka Utaha lost her balance unexpectedly.

However, she did not fall onto the bed.

Instead, it landed in Kitahara Makoto's arms.

Looking at the boy's handsome face so close to her, the girl's fair face quickly flushed red.

The girl stammered as she spoke:

"What, what are you doing? Mom's still down there."

Kitahara Shin didn't say anything, but simply reached out and lifted the young lady's chin.

Seeing his lewd behavior, Kasumigaoka Utaha had no choice but to give up.

She truly couldn't bring herself to refuse Kitahara Makoto.

He simply gave up and closed his eyes, looking like he was waiting to be picked.

Kitahara Shin gently kissed her, and at that moment, the surrounding light seemed to slow down, as if afraid to shatter this beautiful, innocent moment of youth...

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Chapter Thirteen: Mai Sakurajima, Let's Have a Child

Saturday, at the amusement park.

Kato Megumi was holding Kitahara Makoto's arm with one hand and holding an ice cream cone in the other.

She would occasionally bend down to take a bite, and the cool, sweet taste brought a happy smile to the girl's face.

Her eyes were squinted, resembling a pair of adorable crescent moons.

Kitahara Shin basked in the warm sun, his face languid.

Last night I had dinner with Kasumigaoka Utaha and her family.

I'm going on a date with Megumi Kato today.

He had time management arranged perfectly.

The two looked like an ordinary young couple enjoying themselves at the amusement park.

As they walked, Kitahara Makoto suddenly saw a haunted house ahead.

A thought struck him, and he turned to Kato Megumi beside him and said something.

"Megumi-chan, where is your favorite haunted house?!"

"Ok?"

Kato Megumi was slightly stunned.

"When did I ever like haunted houses?"

Kitahara Shin said with a grin.

"I saw that you took me to see a horror movie last time, so I thought you liked haunted houses too."

"..."

Kato Megumi then realized that he was mocking her previous little trick, and couldn't help but roll her eyes at Kitahara Makoto.

"Idiot, I don't want to talk to you anymore."

With that, the girl let go of his hand and walked ahead on her own.

Kitahara Makoto shook his head, amused, and then quickly caught up with his adorable deskmate, taking her hand again.

Kato Megumi only pretended to struggle a few times.

Then she let Kitahara Makoto hold her hand.

The two held hands and still went to the haunted house...

……

in the afternoon.

sunset.

The sky seems to have a giant hand, kneading the clouds into all sorts of adorable shapes.

The Ferris wheel rolls upwards.

As the viewpoint slowly rises, the city's neon lights begin to flash.

Beneath the vibrant, psychedelic colors and this deadly romance lies the coldness of a concrete jungle and warehouses.

In the small sedan chair, Kitahara Makoto and Kato Megumi sat close together.

Even through their clothes, they could both feel the heat emanating from each other.

An invisible, intense, and enchanting atmosphere was quietly spreading.

Kitahara Makoto watched as Kei-chan's adorable face seemed to be bathed in golden light under the setting sun, making her look like an angel descended from heaven.

He reached out and picked up Kato Megumi, letting her sit on his lap.

Looking at her beloved's face so close to hers, Kato Megumi's eyes flashed with a hint of dazedness. Then, she lowered her head shyly, not daring to look at Kitahara Makoto any longer.

Until Kitahara Makoto used his finger to lift her chin.

The girl's eyes were tightly closed, her eyebrows trembled slightly, and in the crimson light of the setting sun, her fair face glowed with a rosy light.

Kitahara Makoto's love was fiery, intense, and enduring, enveloping her like the ocean.

"Uuuuuuu..."

Kato Megumi's eyes widened for a moment, but she quickly relaxed.

……

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seaside.

The sky was beginning to darken, and night was about to fall.

At this time, most people have returned home and begun to enjoy the joy of family reunion.

But at this very moment, an incredibly beautiful and sexy young girl appeared.

But now she stands on the beach, silently weeping towards the sea.

This pitiful scene, however, strangely failed to attract the attention of any passersby.

"Let's wipe it..."

Kitahara Shin took out a tissue and handed it to Sakurajima Mai.

I took this from Kato Megumi at the amusement park, but I forgot to return it to her.

"You, why are you here?"

Looking at the tissue that suddenly appeared in front of him, and Kitahara Makoto.

Mai Sakurajima was slightly taken aback, then realized that her current appearance was indecent, and quickly took a tissue to wipe her face.

Kitahara Makoto pursed his lips and looked up at the sea.

"I was taking someone home and happened to pass by here, and then I saw you crying here."

Kato Megumi has a very important family dinner party at home that evening, with many relatives coming over, so she needs to go home for dinner.

Although I feel a bit pity.

However, in order not to put my understanding deskmate in a difficult position.

So after leaving the amusement park, he considerately took Hui-chan home.

Unexpectedly, on the way back from the Kato family's house, I actually witnessed Sakurajima Mai's performance.

"Tell me, what major thing happened to you?"

Mai Sakurajima lowered her head and said sadly.

“No one can see me anymore, including my family, my mother.”

"No one can see me or remember me."

"Now, apart from you, I am being forgotten by the world."

"I'm afraid I might just disappear without a trace!!"

"Just like that... just like that, he died silently!"

"Oh."

Kitahara Makoto responded expressionlessly, his gaze fixed calmly on the sea.

The wind ruffled his hair, and his dark pupils were deep and serene, as heavy as the Milky Way.

Are you afraid of being alone?

Aren't you afraid of being alone?

Mai Sakurajima countered with a question.

"I am not afraid of being alone."

Kitahara Makoto said in an extremely calm tone.

"Liveliness is the exception, solitude is the norm."

"Revelry is a group of people being lonely, and loneliness is one person's revelry."

"I have loneliness as my companion, but I am not alone!"

Would you mind having a cigarette?

Kitahara Makoto said this, but his hand had already honestly taken out a cigarette.

He skillfully lit the lighter; the wind blew the flame, and the light flickered on his face.

Wisps of white smoke rose from his hand and swirled around him.

It possesses an ethereal, somber, and subdued beauty.

At that moment, Mai Sakurajima stared blankly at the boy in front of her.

His face was delicate yet pale. Although he looked very young, he had a sense of vicissitude and weariness that did not belong to his age.