"Shameless! Absolutely shameless!" Osamu Dazai pointed at the screen, openly condemning him. "How can he just lie down in someone else's bed? A scoundrel like that should be dragged out and executed!"
"Mr. Ayatsuji, I'd like to report a crime!" Osamu Dazai raised his hand. "This man is shameless, vile, and despicable! He even killed his best friend! He's evil beyond redemption, so hurry up and accept the commission!" As he spoke, he pointed at Suguru Geto, who looked utterly bewildered because he hadn't seen the earlier text.
Ayatsuji Yukito looked at him as though he were an idiot.
Holy shit!
The literary crowd stared, dumbfounded. So this was what it meant to be truly ruthless. So this was the best way to strike at your enemy. What an education-though putting it into practice was another matter.
That's Osamu Dazai for you. But seriously, with a record blacker than ink, doesn't saying that prick your conscience? If Ayatsuji Yukito were going to kill anyone, you'd definitely be first... Oh, right. No Longer Human.
An Xinyi got up early that morning.
When he rose, Satoru Gojo briefly woke as well. For all his casual swagger when he flopped onto someone else's bed, he had absolute confidence in his own strength. After mastering Reverse Cursed Technique, Satoru Gojo had become the undisputed strongest.
Still, Satoru Gojo was only awake for a moment. He pulled the blanket over his face, hoping to go back to sleep, but even though An Xinyi kept his movements as quiet as possible, Gojo's keen senses made falling asleep difficult.
Besides, he still had to keep an eye on An Xinyi...
Aaaargh, what a pain. I want to go on strike!
It was only the second day, and Satoru Gojo already didn't want to move.
But "admitting defeat"