And there was Dazai and his friends. They decided, due to the perverted influence of puberty, to go to a strip club in the city. As they were minors, they entered with fake identities which, well, Dazai obviously did. They were drinking and having fun, admiring the beautiful women in those short and revealing clothes, sometimes even admiring the men and their strong chests serving drinks to customers.

His friend on the right, who was the shortest of them, picked up a menu and chose some alcoholic drinks for the group, with a mischievous smile as he rubbed his hands together. A while later, the drinks arrived. Dazai just didn't imagine that the dancer he was going to hand his drinks to was none other than his French teacher, Chuuya! Luckily, or perhaps unluckily depending on your point of view, the friends didn't know Chuuya, as they were from different schools.

Chuuya stared at Dazai, his brain charging as he let out an almost inaudible shit, closing his eyes as if cursing God and the world.