A lanky skeleton and a dwarf

The second day of the weekend is coming to an end when Dazai receives a message from an unknown person. /// XXX: Hello. You're a Dazai, right? Let's take a walk in the park? You: Why would I go for a walk with someone I don't even know? XXX: Oh, I didn't introduce myself. I am Nikolai Gogol, the local school buffoon! You: I see. I'm not going for a walk, sorry. XXX: beeeee, with a dot. Well, okay, we'll take a walk without you. /// Gogol.... What about Gogol? Dazai didn't know much about him. As Nikolai himself said, he is a local buffoon. Always cheerful and so on.. He wears striped trousers and a black and white vest. He has heterochromia and a scar on one eye.. like on the left. Ashen hair, braided in a long pigtail. Why did he invite Osamu for a walk? Unclear...

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| Meanwhile at Gogol's| /// Gogol: Nakaharaaaaa, he doesn't agree:((((( Nakahara: OK, then tomorrow or the day after tomorrow we will laugh at him when he comes out of school. Gogol: hooray, the drawing will take place!!! Only.... How are we going to play this out? We need another plan.... Nakahara: we'll figure it out tomorrow, that's it for now. Gogol: Bye ///

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| Back to Dazai| He had been watching criminal history for a long time and was now listening to another quarrel of his parents, he got used to it four and a half years ago, but it was still unpleasant for him. During their quarrels, he tried not to leave the room, because he could get into a hot hand. Of course, he would have just bandaged it, but still some part of the body would have hurt then. And if it was on the face, like a bruise, then, unfortunately, it would be in plain sight. The time is 21:47. Dazai, having set the alarm for 06:00, went to bed. He had done his homework on Friday, so there was nothing to be afraid of. He fell asleep at 00:59.

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Time 04:07, he got up again before the alarm clock and did not get enough sleep at all, at night he woke up three times and could hardly fall asleep again. Insomnia. This is the second year. Dazai decided to just sit on the phone, he did not notice that it was 06:07. When he started to get up, he realized that he felt like cotton wool, perhaps he was sick. Not good. It would be worth informing the parents, but not in the case of Osamu. He would have just been answered: "Not fatal, go on." Lessons start at 07:20, and the school can be reached on foot in ten minutes. Dazai quickly washed his face, brushed his teeth, packed his things, took a backpack and left at 06:43 with the hope of a normal day

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Dazai came to school at 06:56. Most of the students were happy because today is July 17, the last day before the summer holidays. Dazai is not in the mood to say this word at all, but he does not show it, putting on his usual mask. The only thing that betrays his condition is the bags under his eyes, but no one pays attention to them, they say he was cramming a new topic all night, an excellent student. Entering the classroom, Osamu headed to his desk, on which for the hundredth time it was written "Dazai - loser", "bespectacled", "tall", "crammer" and, of course, "nerd". Standard. Nothing changes. At least something pleased Dazai, he didn't like the changes.

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This is the last lesson. Dazai was called to the blackboard, and after he perfectly told a paragraph on history, negotiations began in class discussing Osamu and how he was able to learn a long paragraph.

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It's already 12:45, everyone gathers their things and runs out of the classroom. Nakahara was specifically waiting for Dazai to come out, but he didn't take into account the fact that Osamu was the very first to come out and was already on the street. Chuya stood there for another five or seven minutes, when all the students had left, he realized that Dazai was not among them, and looked into the office. Empty. It dawned on him that Osamu had left before Chewie and was already heading home. Screwed up.

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Meanwhile, Osamu was already sitting quietly and drinking tea in his room, reading a book. His hopes were justified, the day really went fine, except that Kunikida asked Dazai where the bruise came from, Dazai told the truth: from the bedside table, but they didn't believe him.