Crossover: Pen name: Dazai Osamu, Omega Kasumigaoka

Ten o'clock in the evening.

Kitahara Shin returned to his rented room.

This was based on normal dating logic.

It should be shopping, eating, watching a movie, and then just a quick and easy thing to do.

Unfortunately, he carefully estimated his wallet balance.

Damn it, I don't have money for a hotel room.

He had even considered simply living off her and having Hui-chan pay for the room.

But after thinking about it, I realized the girl probably wouldn't agree.

The first time, I even asked them to pay for the room.

Even with Kato Megumi's gentle and kind nature.

He'll most likely get a punch from Hui-chan's fist too.

"His grandma's!"

"I've made up my mind. I'm going to write a good book, get the royalties, and take Hui-chan to a hotel!"

Kitahara Shin stood in his rented room and swore an oath.

I was eighteen that year, and I didn't have money to book a hotel room.

……

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Sunday.

Xin Chao Society.

Editorial Office.

"What is all this writing...?"

With a frustrated expression, Nagai Ikumi placed the manuscript in her hand on top of the already tall pile of 'rejected manuscripts' next to her.

She was already annoyed by having to work overtime on weekends, but then she kept receiving these nonsensical, empty, and failed projects, as if they were feeding her stale food.

She felt like a powder keg about to explode.

"call……"

after awhile.

After taking a sip of coffee, my depressed mood calmed down a bit.

Ikumi Nagai took out a new manuscript from the submissions again.

Money is hard to make and shit is hard to eat.

Besides, the job of a literary editor is like finding gold in the trash.

To make a living, she had no choice but to grit her teeth and endure it.

"No Longer Human?"

Upon seeing the title of the manuscript, Ikumi Nagai had no particular thoughts.

A nice-sounding name can produce rubbish, and a rubbish name can produce a good article. This kind of thing is commonplace for their editors.

A good name doesn't mean much; the quality of the article is what matters most.

Ikumi Nagai continued reading.

"Dazai?"

"Never heard of him before, looks like another newcomer!"

After realizing that the contributor might be a newcomer.

Nagai Ikumi's mood began to sour.

If there are difficulty levels.

Traditional literature, then, is undoubtedly the most terrifying hellish experience.

A newcomer is immediately challenged with a hellish difficulty level.

This makes it difficult to inspire confidence.

However, as a professional editor with excellent manners, Ikumi Nagai patiently continued reading...

“I once saw three photos of that man. The first one could be described as a photo of him when he was a child…”

Ikumi Nagai, who had initially been somewhat skeptical, raised an eyebrow.

"The writing is concise and immersive."

"This is interesting, let's take another look..."

"Honestly, for some reason, the more I looked at that child's smile, the more repulsive and unsettling it became. Actually, it wasn't a smile at all. The boy wasn't smiling at all..."

Nagai Ikumi's brows suddenly furrowed slightly.

But this time she didn't make a judgment in her mind; instead, she continued reading...

Time passes little by little.

Before I knew it, more than ten minutes had passed.

When Ikumi Nagai finished reading the last page.

She suddenly realized what was happening.

"Where's the back?"

"Where did it end?"

As she read the article that ended abruptly, a sense of loss suddenly overwhelmed her.

When she looked at the paper in her hand again, a look of shock appeared in her narrow, beautiful eyes.

Having worked as a literary editor for so many years, Ikumi Nagai has read countless manuscripts.

It's not like I haven't seen good works, works that sell well in the market.

But no manuscript has ever been like the one in my hand.

It gave her such a strong feeling.

Reading these words felt like being pricked by countless silver needles, piercing her lungs and heart...

It allows one to precisely feel the power of words, stir her emotions, and shake her soul.

Even setting aside a professional editor's professional ethics and literary skills.

Even an ordinary person can see that this is a 'good book'!

An exceptionally good book!

If the author can maintain the same level of quality in the later chapters as in the earlier ones.

It will definitely become a superior work of traditional literature.

This was enough to stir up a great storm in the stagnant traditional literary world of Japan.

Upon realizing this, a look of surprise appeared in Ikumi Nagai's eyes.

She hurriedly flipped through the manuscript again, searching for Kitahara Makoto's contact information...

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Chapter Six: Kodansha's Invitation

Sunday.

Toyonosaki Private School, Library.

Two childhood friends, Kasumigaoka Utaha and her best friend, have made plans to go shopping, while Kato Megumi is going back to her hometown with her parents to visit her grandparents.

Out of boredom, Kitahara Makoto simply went to the library... to enjoy the air conditioning.

Although it was Sunday, the school library was still very crowded.

This is a very famous school, after all, and there are many good students here.

"Sakurajima Mai-senpai, what are you doing now?"

Beside the desk, Kitahara Makoto rested his cheek on one hand and held a youth romance novel in the other.

Looking at the little hands waving back and forth in front of me, the little hands were delicate and white, and the smooth skin was like a peeled egg.

He put it down with a helpless expression, looking at the girl in front of him.

She looks different from when she wore her school uniform last time.

This time, the girl's outfit... is very strange.

Her long, slender legs were covered by black pantyhose that revealed her skin tone, and her bodysuit was also black, highlighting her slim yet shapely figure. She wore black patent leather high heels.

And that's complemented by the pair of long black rabbit ears on its head.

It's an incredibly seductive bunny girl outfit!

"You can still see me?"

Mai Sakurajima said with considerable surprise.

She had come to the library with the intention of just wandering around, but was surprised to find Kitahara Makoto, who had helped her before.

Kitahara Makoto's face and temperament left a deep impression on her.

In addition, his unique temperament makes him stand out in a crowd like a firefly in the night.

That's why she was able to recognize Kitahara Makoto at a glance.

"I can't see it!"

Upon hearing Mai Sakurajima's words, Makoto Kitahara couldn't help but roll his eyes, then picked up the desk again.

"..."

Sakurajima Mai was speechless. As someone who had always been the center of attention since childhood, this was the first time she had been ignored like this, especially by a boy.

This made her a little unhappy, and she wanted to tease Kitahara Makoto.

Snapped!

Looking at Sakurajima Mai, who had suppressed him with a single palm strike, Kitahara Makoto said helplessly.

"What are you doing again?"

Mai Sakurajima smiled and asked, "You just called me senpai, so young man, you're also a student at Toyonosaki Private School?"

"Class C, Grade 11, Kitahara Makoto!"

"Hello, Kitahara Shin-chan. I don't need to introduce myself, do I?"

"Need not."

Kitahara Makoto suddenly said with a smile.

"Sakurajima Mai, a senior in high school, is one of the most popular people in the school. She was once a very famous actress, but for some unknown reason, she suddenly announced that she would stop her entertainment activities when she was about to graduate from junior high school, and then went on to study here!"

"..."

Seeing Kitahara Makoto recount her experiences with such familiarity, Sakurajima Mai couldn't help but ask with a strange expression.

"You know me so well, you wouldn't happen to be my fan, would you?"

"No."

"It's just that the senior is so popular, and the classmates have been talking about it so much that they've found out."

"That's it."

Mai Sakurajima nodded in realization. She knew that because of her special identity, she was quite eye-catching at school and the center of many students' discussions during breaks.