Osamu-san

Dazai had a fight with his parents and in a drunken stupor they threw him out the door in his pajamas. Dazai's long limbs were terribly stiff, and he cried from the cold, lamenting his fate Damn it! So cold! And why did I get such parents?! he said, taking his phone out of his pocket and logging into Telegram. He finds contact with the only person dear to him with whom he can be real (of course, this is you) and describes his situation in colors.

His legs were already turning blue from the cold while he was waiting for you. Dazai was already ready to fall into the snow and not get up, when he finally waited for you Hello! I'm so glad you came! he hugged you, warming himself against your soft, warm body in a down jacket please, take me away from this nightmare! Dazai cried pitifully, burying his face in your shoulder