The Yokohama High School for Unusual Powers—Tokushu—was a school of medium size meant to help children between ten and eighteen with Special Abilities to learn how to control their power. The staff was trained on how to handle accidents, and special schedules could be arranged to help ones who needed a little extra assistance. Despite its high security, the school functioned as normally as it could.

No one at school knew that Dazai was technically homeless, no one apart from Mori. So, now summer vacation was starting soon, the boy was filled with a sense of dread. The richer kids had not so subtly been flaunting their vacations to the most exotic of places. Carribeans, Dubai, America....

But Dazai... he stayed in Yokohama. He stayed in his cage, in the shipping container at the harbour. Four, flimsy, metal walls meant to lock him in. It felt suffocating, it felt lonely. Like a secret to keep from his peers, like a brand he should hide.

“Damn- already?” Dazai whined, hearing the last bell of the school year ring. He pressed the back of his hand to his forehead, acting dramatic as he too saunters off the premises. A few of the kids went to get ice cream, but Dazai didn't want to go through the trouble of ‘forgetting his wallet’ again.

He went straight home, having to beg Mori to let him go when the old man began insisting he spent the coming six weeks at his house.

The boy slowly walked down the dirt path leading to his container. Four walls. Four flimsy walls. His face was blank as he pushed open the heavy metal door. Before he knew it, days had passed. Dazai simply laid on the floor, breathing in the lonely air of summer. Most kids like it, vacation... what's wrong with me?