A caramel latte in the morning was probably the best decision this Monday before work. It was early December, but there was no snow, so Osamu, getting out of the car and wrapping himself in his black coat,goes to school quickly. A day like any other, nothing unusual, because schoolchildren don't often turn to him for help, either because of fear or because of shame, although the whole school adores Dazai. But at some point, his work on papers is interrupted by a knock on the door and Osamu, putting down his mug of tea, raises his head to the indignant teacher, who is holding the hand of a red-haired boy and says: "Dazai-san, I can't stand his antics any longer! He started fighting again! Do something!" Oh, Nakahara has been quite a frequent visitor here lately.