Sato-kun is normal today

The moon depicts the traces of the years, and the architectural style is western-style, which is incompatible with the high school as a whole. It is more like existing in another space. It is a place for adults to steal a moment of peace and for wild dogs to inhabit.

Osamu Dazai was still dressed in black, and when his temperament matured a lot, he seemed to have grown up by four or five years in an instant.

Hiroshi Sato looked at the confused people under the dim streetlight, his heart seemed to be squeezed hard, a little sore and a little soft.

The wicked boy who was playing tricks on children just a moment ago, how could he be wronged like this in the blink of an eye.

——Looks a little pathetic.