Crossover: Pen name: Dazai Osamu, Omega Kasumigaoka

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Like a beautiful, shattered mirror, it has an incredibly distinct sense of separation from the rest of the world, as if it doesn't belong to this world.

Sakurajima Mai suddenly felt a pang of pain in her heart, and a sense of pity arose inexplicably.

She didn't know what this person had gone through to become like this.

She wanted to pull the boy in front of her into her arms and comfort him.

But fearing that disturbing the elf would cause him to turn around and flee, he was afraid that he would turn around and run away.

So he could only stand there quietly, watching Kitahara Makoto smoke.

Neither of them spoke. The sea breeze gently blew, ruffling the boy's hair and lifting the girl's skirt.

Until after finishing a cigarette.

Kitahara Shinsai spoke again.

"I've looked into your symptoms; it's something called 'adolescent syndrome'."

"You developed these symptoms because you didn't want to be noticed or attract attention."

"Solving this problem is quite simple; I have two solutions..."

"One way is that if you do something eye-catching in public or in a public place, this problem will naturally disappear on its own."

"For example, during a school meeting, someone suddenly runs up to the stage."

Then he said through a megaphone: "Everyone look at me, I'm an idiot!"

"No, I won't do that!"

As soon as Kitahara Shin finished speaking, the girl blushed and loudly refused.

It's simply impossible for someone as well-mannered and intellectual as her, who has been so sensible since childhood, to do something like this.

"What's another way?"

Mai Sakurajima asked with an expectant look on her face.

"Have a child!"

"what?"

Mai Sakurajima was completely dumbfounded. Weren't they just discussing 'adolescent syndrome'? How did it suddenly turn into 'having a baby'?

"Once you have a child, you become a mother, and you become an adult. Adults don't have puberty syndrome, so this argument naturally falls apart."

Kitahara Shin asked with a mocking expression.

So which method do you want to choose?

"This, this..."

Mai Sakurajima lowered her head, a blush quickly creeping from her cheeks to her earlobes...

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Mai Sakurajima was ultimately unable to give an answer on the spot.

However, she said that she felt much better after Kitahara Makoto comforted her.

She wanted to try it herself and see if she could find a solution.

If you can't find it, then ask Kitahara Makoto for help.

Kitahara Shin neither confirmed nor denied this.

After saying goodbye to the girl, the two went their separate ways home.

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The serialization of "No Longer Human" continues.

As the story unfolds, readers witness how a man named 'Ōba Yōzō' is tormented by fate, ultimately descending into depravity and demise.

With mature and skillful writing and emotions that strike the heart, the entire piece fully embodies the 'mono no aware' style.

It makes every reader feel as if they are enveloped in a dark, gloomy despair, and silently shed tears.

Some people who were previously pessimistic about "No Longer Human" and thought that Shinchosha was going to fall have all disappeared and stopped talking about it.

Anyone with eyes can see that "No Longer Human" is of very high quality and is definitely a top-notch work; there's no point in criticizing it.

They certainly wouldn't be so stubborn as to invite ridicule themselves.

Only a few stubborn guys who argue for the sake of arguing are still spouting nonsense.

With the growing popularity of "No Longer Human".

Kitahara Makoto's reputation as a 'genius high school writer' began to spread like wildfire.

Even because of the exceptionally high quality of "No Longer Human".

Some media outlets no longer describe him as a "dark horse in the literary world."

Rather, they are "new literary unicorns" and "new literary dragons."

Some tabloids, in order to grab attention...

He was even given the title of "genius high school writer".

This has sparked increasing curiosity among people about the real person behind the pen name 'Dazai Isamu'.

I wanted to see what kind of high school student could write such insightful, despairing, and poignant works at such a young age.

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Monday morning.

After parting ways with Kasumigaoka Utaha, Kitahara Makoto arrived at the classroom door.

Opening the shoe cabinet, a large number of pink letters fell out.

Seeing this, Kitahara rubbed his temples in exasperation.

Recently, with a change in mindset, he has become more confident, and his charm has visibly increased.

She was already very popular at school, and now she's becoming even more popular.

This greatly troubled Kitahara, who had always been aloof and disliked crowds.

Looking at the love letters on the ground, Kitahara Makoto thought for a moment, then picked them up and stuffed them into his schoolbag.

I plan to hand it over to my lovely deskmate to handle later.

I definitely wouldn't dare to watch it myself.

Now that our identities are different, be careful not to punch Megumi if you see her. Unlike before, when you could still say we were classmates, now you have no reason to say anything to Megumi Kato.

Seeing that Kitahara Makoto put it away without even opening it.

Some of the girls who were secretly observing felt their eyes darken, their hearts breaking, and their gazes toward Kitahara Makoto became filled with resentment.

Kitahara Shinko had no time to care what the roast chickens were thinking.

He went to the classroom and, seeing that Kato Megumi hadn't arrived yet, lay down on the desk and fell asleep...

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Physical education class.

The sun was strong, and a warm breeze was blowing.

On the vast playground, students exuded energy and enthusiasm. Boys shouted and released their hormonal charm, while girls wore sweatpants, their long, snow-white legs dazzling in the sunlight.

"Shouldn't you be in class at this time?"

Under the tree, Kitahara Makoto sat down next to Sakurajima Mai and asked with great curiosity.

Mai Sakurajima tossed her loose hair. "It doesn't matter whether I go up or not, no one can see me anyway."

"Even if I don't learn it, they won't know. So why bother learning it?"

"I never expected that Sakurajima-senpai, who has always had excellent grades, would have the kind of thoughts that only underachievers like us would have."

"How strange, how strange..."

Kitahara Makoto said casually.

It's too hot, so once he gets out of bed, he's not someone who likes to exercise.

They simply couldn't resist jumping around in this kind of weather.

"What good students or bad students? In the end, they're all just human beings."

Sakurajima Mai looked at Kitahara Makoto and said.

"From now on, just call me Mai. You don't need to call me senpai anymore."

"up to you."

Kitahara Makoto lazily responded and then lay down on the grass.

A gentle breeze blew by, ruffling his black hair.

The boy had his eyes closed, looking like a noble young master who had stepped out of a storybook.

Mai Sakurajima looked at him with a strange expression.

Although he didn't spend much time with Kitahara Makoto.

But this person has always been very mysterious.

He seemed to be shrouded in a thick fog, making it impossible to see what kind of person he really was.

Depressed, somber, carefree, a wanderer, heartless...

Mai Sakurajima always had a desire to delve deeper and see the other person's true colors.

Sakurajima Mai stared blankly at Kitahara Makoto, who was pretending to be asleep with his eyes closed.

Neither of them spoke, and a quiet atmosphere permeated the space under the tree.

Until the bell rang for the end of get out of class.

Jingle Bell……

Kitahara Shin stood up, patted his buttocks without a care for his image, turned around and left with a flourish, walking towards Kato Megumi who was walking towards him.

Mai Sakurajima's eyes sparkled...

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classroom.

The students were writing furiously below, while the teacher was speaking fluently and passionately on the podium.

Kitahara Makoto stared in disbelief at the podium.

Mai Sakurajima somehow moved a stool and sat down next to the podium, smiling and looking at him.

Holy crap, this woman!

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Chapter Fifteen: Serialization Ends, A Gold Mine