Dazai Osamu|Chuuya's POV

Autumn. September 18.
In such beautiful weather, Chuuya thought about many things: riding a motorcycle, watching that movie about dogs. Was he really asking for so much after a long and hard study that was made doubly difficult by the presence of Dazai Osamu?

Dazai kept mentioning the numbers "six seven - Chuuya, look! Haha!" - the bandaged guy laughed, pointing to another mathematical example that turned out to be the number 67. At such times, Chuuya would growl in annoyance and pull his hat down over his face to avoid seeing this idiocy.

— Chuuyaaa, how tall will you be if you add seven centimeters to it? - Dazai said slyly, and his eyes sparkled with an unhealthy, mocking gleam when he thought about this stupid number - that's how Chuuya saw it, but in fact Dazai looked like a very strange guy who jokes about numbers. — Oh, don't get mad, hat rack! - Dazai said dramatically, saying this in a humiliatingly affectionate voice and immediately stretched out a long finger to poke Chuuya in the side. "Just don't complain to Mommy, okay?" - he abruptly jumped to his feet from the bench and, putting his hands on his hips, began to look around, and when it got really bad, he grabbed his pants and said through his teeth. "Damn, I want to fucking go to the bathroom!" - and he took off and ran off somewhere, but on the bench where he was sitting there was a record "Chuuya's height: 160 cm. If you add 7 cm, you'll get 167! And if you remove 1 from the number "167", you get 67!".