A lanky skeleton and a dwarf

It was an ordinary day, the sun shone brightly through the windows, blinding the eyes of schoolchildren, and especially Dazai, the so-called excellent student. He was sitting right by the window, which he really didn't like, but it was more expensive to contradict Kunikida. By the way, about Kunikida, a math teacher, ninth grade Homeroom Teacher, the most ideal person. At that moment, when he was having a lesson, there was a deathly silence, only the rustle of the pages of notebooks and textbooks could be heard. No one wanted to break this silence, otherwise there would have been a lecture on how to behave in class before the end of the lesson. Osamu was basically a quiet student, he didn't speak without the teacher's permission and all that. After all, for any offense and a grade below five, he could get from his parents. Mostly beatings, sometimes just a lecture, so to speak, on holidays. Partly because of this, he wore all these bandages that covered his body, but mostly he wore them to hide suicide attempts. He would like to see a psychologist, but Osamu does not want this, and in general he is ashamed. Very strongly. Behaves like a buffoon, but still in moderation, just so as not to seem somehow sad or emotionless. Chuya, unlike Dazai, was a kind of authority, some were afraid of him, because in case of something - a broken nose is guaranteed. And, of course, he was popular among the female sex. Almost all the girls of the school missed him, and those who did not miss him simply did not pay attention to him. Usually he liked to talk to his desk neighbor, whose name is Tachihara, in class or somewhere else, but if their lessons were taught by Kunikida, he was almost always silent. His grades were so-so, twos and threes, sometimes there were fours, but this is only on holidays. His parents did not scold him for his grades, or rather, they did not even check them. Although Nakahara lived with his parents, he didn't seem to notice them any more than they noticed him. Despite the fact that they are a family, they live as if they are just flatmates, and he liked it. Very. that's why he could behave the way he wanted. I think it's worth going back to history. The bell rang, and everyone, collecting supplies and everything else, ran out of the classroom. Someone was standing in the hallway and chatting with friends, for example, Chuya, and someone, Osamu, for example, went into the history room. The lesson went as usual: many were furious, chatting with friends and throwing papers. Osamu sat and tried to understand what the teacher was talking about, writing down what he could make out. The rest of the lessons were held in the same way. After that, everyone went home, and the first day came to an end.

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The week flew by unnoticed, and now the weekend has come. Children were walking in the yard, grandmothers were talking about something on a bench at the entrance, looking disapprovingly at people. They probably would have looked at Dazai like that too, because he has a thick layer of bandages on him, and not even everything is visible. Osamu just sat in his room and bandaged his arm, because in the morning he received a not weak tirade for a deuce in mathematics. He approached Doppo and asked for an additional task to correct the grade. He knew that if he didn't fix it, he would be beaten up. But he didn't want to waste time on it, his day is scheduled by the minute. No, seconds. And here is the result: a cut with a kitchen knife on his hand from his father, a lecture from his mother and a bruise on his cheek from the bedside table that his father pushed him on. Perhaps Osamu should have gone for a walk, but only with whom? He doesn't have any friends, and even if he did, he wouldn't go, he doesn't know what to talk about with them. He used to have a friend, if you can call him that. They often quarreled, and in general they had very different interests.

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|five years ago| Dazai was just sitting and drawing something in a notebook when someone came up... — Hi, — said a boy of about eleven. — Hi, — the brown-haired man answered him, still not looking at the interlocutor. — You're Dazai, right? — Chuya asked, — I'm Nakahara, let's be friends? — Yes, it's me ... well, if you want, then let's ... — the brown-haired man said in a slight shock, turning to face the interlocutor, he was offered to be friends for the first time. — Hooray, now we are friends! The red-haired boy shouted joyfully. Dazai only smiled slightly at this. So they were friends, quarreled and reconciled for two more years. But at some point they quarreled so that no one wanted to reconcile. — You don't understand anything! — I don't understand this!? Yes, I'm three times smarter than you! — And you're also shorter than me, and in general, don't come near me anymore! You and I will never be friends again! Do you hear? N-E-V-E-R!! Nakahara fell into a stupor. He used to say that, but now it was said to him... He quickly calmed down and left the classroom.

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|present| Dazai no longer bandaged his hand, he sat by the window, listened to criminal stories and drank tea. Instead of Dazai, Tachihara came to Nakahara. But emptiness came to Dazai to replace Chuya. No one wanted to communicate with him, he was an outcast. And he became like this because from the seventh-eighth grade, Chuya began to mock him. He tore up his notebooks, wrote "Dazai is a loser" on his desk, could smear a chair with chalk, take away glasses that were on him purely for fun, an accessory, so to speak, and in general could do much more. That's why they called him an outcast. The standard situation in all films. The nerd becomes an outcast, the bully mocks him, but after that either the bully falls in love with the nerd, or vice versa. Will we have such a situation? We'll see.....