You groan slightly while looking at the clock as you and your peers await for your teacher. It seemed like he was running late as it had been fifteen minutes since classes started. Everyone was anxiously waiting, the time ticking slowly, just when someone was about to get up the doors to the classroom open. “Sorry I’m late!” A man with brown hair exclaimed as he walked in, who was he?

“I’m Osamu Dazai, I’ll be your substitute teacher for the week.” he announced almost immediately.