Crossover: Pen name: Dazai Osamu, Omega Kasumigaoka

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Chapter Nine: Kitahara, you deserve to die!

What should you do now that you've made money?

Kitahara Makoto wanted to celebrate with others and go out for a big meal.

But they found that they couldn't find anyone at all.

He had few friends and only nodding acquaintances with his classmates.

The only two close people are Kato Megumi, who is still at her hometown and hasn't returned yet, and Kasumigaoka, who has already made plans to have dinner with her best friend.

In the end, he could only angrily go and eat a seafood feast by himself.

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on Monday.

Kato Megumi caught a cold yesterday after going back to her hometown and getting windy at the beach.

This morning, Kitahara Makoto called to tell him that he couldn't come to school.

During his lunch break, Kitahara Makoto could only run to the school convenience store to buy a few loaves of bread.

"Hey, Shiyu-jie, what are you doing here?"

As soon as I got back to the classroom, I saw an incredibly beautiful young girl sitting in my seat.

The girl was dressed in a proper school uniform, with exquisite makeup and hair. Her white shirt bulged high in front of her body, and her long legs were clad in black stockings. She was simply the epitome of pure and alluring beauty.

"Hui said she caught a cold and couldn't come to school, so I brought you a lunchbox."

Kasumigaoka Utaha lifted the bag in her hand.

Kitahara Makoto was slightly taken aback.

How do you know Hui-chan?

"It's all because of some greedy guy!"

Kasumigaoka Utaha stared intently at Kitahara Makoto, and said something meaningful.

Kitahara Shin turned his head away somewhat guiltily, not daring to meet the gaze of the girl next door.

Fortunately, Kasumigaoka Utaha didn't intend to make things difficult for him and took the initiative to speak.

"But it seems my bento box was prepared in vain."

She pointed to the bread in Kitahara Makoto's hand.

Kitahara Makoto immediately replied, "No, I just brought it for a classmate."

"Masahiko, here's the bread you wanted."

"???"

Masahiko stared blankly at the bread that had suddenly appeared on the table.

When did I ask you to buy bread?

However, seeing Kitahara Makoto and Kasumigaoka Utaha beside him, Masahiko silently put the bread away.

Then, watching the two figures walk away hand in hand, I took a big bite of bread, tears streaming down my face.

"Kitahara, you deserve to die!"

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School rooftop.

pat.

Upon opening the lid, a steaming aroma wafts out.

White rice, cherry tomatoes, vegetables, pan-fried pork chop...

Most importantly, that huge pork chop was even heart-shaped.

Kitahara Makoto couldn't help but smile knowingly, and looked up at Kasumigaoka Utaha.

But he discovered that the girl next door was deliberately turning her head away from him.

However, her blushing earlobes betrayed the turmoil in her heart.

Looking at the girl's delicate face, the light fell on her, as if it were covered with a layer of crushed diamonds, sacred and beautiful.

A sudden impulse welled up in Kitahara's heart, an impulse that felt like bones piercing his chest, unstoppable and irresistible.

He looked at Kasumigaoka Utaha and said.

"Sister Shiyu!"

"What are you doing? Why aren't you eating properly? Why are you staring at me like that?"

I want to kiss you!

"what?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha was slightly taken aback at first, but after realizing what was happening, her fair face instantly turned bright red.

She lowered her head and said in a muffled voice,

"it's here?"

"it's not good……"

She meant it wasn't good to be here, not that it was impossible.

Kitahara Makoto smiled knowingly.

"It's okay, I'll just give you a light kiss."

He put down the bento box and grasped Kasumigaoka Utaha's delicate shoulders with both hands.

Kasumigaoka Utaha blushed even more, but did not resist or refuse.

Instead, he closed his eyes and raised his head on his own initiative.

"Hurry up, this is my first kiss, be careful someone sees us..."

Looking at those fresh, red lips, Kitahara Makoto smiled smugly, directly interrupting the young lady's chance to speak.

"Woooooooo..."

……

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in the afternoon.

The Kato family.

My cute, soft-spoken, and easily pushed-over deskmate is sick.

Kitahara was a little worried, so naturally he came to check on things.

"Aunt Kato."

"Oh, it's Kitahara. You've come to see Xiaohui, haven't you?"

"You silly child, you didn't even need to bring anything, really..."

Kato's mother welcomed Kitahara Makoto in with a smile.

Kitahara Makoto and Kato Megumi were classmates for over ten years, growing up together since childhood. Kitahara Makoto had visited Kato's house quite often, so Kato's mother naturally knew him.

After exchanging a few pleasantries with Kato's mother, we went upstairs to Kato Megumi's room.

My cute and pretty classmate is already standing at the door waiting.

Today, Hui-chan is at home, so she is wearing a black and white panda pajama set, with an earmuff on her head, and her long black hair is flowing down from both sides. Combined with her delicate little face, which looks fragile because she is sick.

She looks so delicate and frail that you just want to hold her in your arms and cherish her.

"You came."

Upon seeing her beloved, Kato Megumi's bright eyes lit up with joy.

"Ah."

Kitahara Makoto closed the door and then gently pulled Kato Megumi into his arms.

Kato Megumi wanted to struggle:

"No, be careful not to give you your cold."

"It's okay. Even if I'm sick, I'm happy as long as I'm with Hui-chan."

Kitahara Shin gently embraced Kato Megumi, burying his head in her hair, inhaling the faint fragrance emanating from the girl. He felt a sense of relief, as if his lonely, wandering soul had returned to its cove.

Hearing Kitahara Makoto's words, Kato Megumi was deeply moved, and her struggling movements slowed down.

She gently hugged Kitahara Makoto's back, leaning against him like a doll.

Neither of them spoke, but a warm and beautiful atmosphere quietly spread between them.

The crimson sunset outside the window bathed the two of them, creating a dreamlike and romantic scene...

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Chapter Ten: Newcomer Award, a High School Student's Amazing Work

"Congratulations, Kitahara! Your work, No Longer Human, has won the Newcomer Award."

Ikumi Nagai's sweet voice came from the other end of the phone.

Kitahara Shin calmly asked, "How much is the prize money?"

"Five hundred thousand yen!"

"Ok."

Kitahara Shin hung up the phone and couldn't help but shake his head.

With only 500,000 yen, you can't even afford a small car.

He still has a long way to go on his path to making money.

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Shincho-sha acted quickly.

They announced the 'list of winners' on their official website as soon as they decided on the winners.

This caused a huge uproar.

Many people pay attention to the Shinchosha Newcomer Award every year.

After all, Shincho-sha holds a prestigious position in the literary world, is the undisputed leader, and is a place where countless newcomers can find their way.

But this time, a high school student won the Shinchosha Newcomer Award for writing literature.

This immediately shocked and surprised countless people, who found it hard to believe.

After all, this is literature, not romance, nor is it lighthearted.

In terms of difficulty.

Pure literature is undoubtedly at a hellish level.

It places extremely high demands on the writer's literary skills and life experience.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to write literary works that are satisfying, touch the heart, and resonate with readers.

A high school student hasn't even lived a third of their life.

Yet, he was able to win the grand prize at the Shinchosha Newcomer Award, which is hailed as the leader in the world of pure literature.