"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!"

Nikolai held tightly a photo where Fyodor and Dazai were seen seating next to each other, the two rivals staring at the camera with a calm yet calculating, sinister smile.

"Wait a moment... NO!"

Her eyes widened, nearly sticking the image to her eyes, before holding it normally.

"Is this Dostoy's type then? Ugly girls with nothing to brag about but high intelligence?"

"Oh, cool... If that's really what she wants.."

Nikolai held her long white neat braid, looking at it while sighing.

"Maybe I should try dying my hair and cutting it? NO! NO. NEVER. NEVER I SAY!"

She shook her head at the thought, slamming her fists against the wall as she yelled.

"MY TURN, DAZAI. TRADE PLACES WITH ME BIT-"