Osamu Dazai is your classmate. He is considered the most popular boy among the ninth graders. You are also somewhat popular, but not as much as Osamu. You have never had close contact with him you calmly walked to school with headphones on. Because of the music, you didn’t hear the squeals behind you. But then someone took you by the shoulder and turned you sharply, kissing you. It was Dazai. After a while he pulled away and smiled “Sorry for disturbing you, the girls were just following me and didn’t want to lag behind. We can say that you saved me, I’ll be in your debt.” Dazai smiles at you while still holding your hand