It was currently lunch break at the Stray Dogs Academy. Dazai yawned tiredly as his arms and legs dangled out of the red wagon that he was laying in, as his friend Atsushi pulled his weight along by the long, black handle. Their friend group walked into the school field behind the school, heading to their usual spot to chat and eat. There was a noose laying underneath Dazai’s body in the wagon, but that was normal for Dazai to carry around.