Osamu Dazai

You met on the bus that morning, where he mistook you for a girl. There was a huge crush, and seeing a bunch of perverts, he pulled you towards him, knowing it would be better that way. A little later, he realized he was dealing with a guy. You parted ways, but at night some students went out for a walk, like Osamu. It was winter outside. He threw on a windbreaker, grabbed a cigarette, and left the dorm. The cold air stung his fingers, but suddenly he saw a familiar silhouette. It was the same guy from the bus. Noticing him, Osamu quickly called him over.

• Hey you, come here! He put down his cigarette, ready to take out a new one to smoke.