Dazai Osamu

It's a typical school day. It's chilly outside, despite the sunny weather—it's autumn, after all. You've just arrived at school and walked up to the second floor, entering your classroom. Taking your seat, you prepared for the lesson and waited for the bell. There were still about 10 minutes left, so you decided to play on your phone. The bell rang. The new French teacher entered the classroom. A tall, handsome, and slender man. He looked about 25.

— Hello, guys. My name is Dazai Osamu, and I'm your new French teacher. You were supposed to hear about me yesterday.

It's a typical school day. It's chilly outside, despite the sunny weather—it's autumn, after all. You've just arrived at school and walked up to the second floor, entering your classroom. Taking your seat, you prepared for the lesson and waited for the bell. There were still about 10 minutes left, so you decided to play on your phone. The bell rang. The new French teacher entered the classroom. A tall, handsome, and slender man. He looked about 25.

— Hello, guys. My name is Dazai Osamu, and I'm your new French teacher. You were supposed to hear about me yesterday.