As they left school, Sigma and the rest of the group walked cheerfully. Truly, since the moment the girl slapped teacher Dorothy, the day had improved significantly.

"What punishment did the directors give you?" Nikolai asked, walking hand in hand with Sigma.

"Nothing serious, I just have to help in the library during breaks for the next two weeks," she replied nonchalantly. "I would have done it anyway, even if I weren't punished."

"I'd love to help in the library," Fyodor commented. Dazai cleared his throat.

"Cough, cough, bookworm, cough, cough."

"Rot in hell, Dazai."

"You rot in hell, you stinking rat!"

While those two childishly insulted each other, Gogol and Sigma made fun of them. They reached the corner and said their goodbyes.

"See you tomorrow!"

"Goodbye!"

And so, hand in hand, Sigma and Nikolai got on the tram, while Dazai and Fyodor continued walking down the street.

"Siglai canon, anyone who says otherwise is lying," Osamu asserted.

"That's true, they're more of a couple than Bella and Edward."

"Who are they?"

Dostoyevski looked at him, unbelieving.

"You've never seen Twilight?"

"No, what's that?"

The Russian stifled a cry.

"How have you not seen it!"

"Well, I haven't, okay?" Dazai protested. "What is it?"

"It's the most famous teenage saga in history. It's about vampires and werewolves."

"Oh, I see. Is it good?"

"No, it's terrible, slow, and as dramatic as a Turkish soap opera. The characters have no personality, and their love dramas are pathetic. But you can't consider yourself a true teenager if you haven't seen it."

Dazai had no idea what Fyodor was talking about, but he didn't care. He continued walking.

"Who do you think will replace that old hag Dorothy?" Dostoyevski asked, looking for excuses to keep talking to his friend.

"No idea, I just hope it's a true professional and not a nosy old lady," the brunette muttered. "Damn witch."

"She behaved terribly with Sigma."

"Yes," Osamu paused for a moment to think and then clicked his tongue. "I've got it!"

"What do you got?"

The Japanese man cleared his throat a bit and pretended to have a microphone in his hand, which he brought close to Fyodor.

"Welcome to 'Awkward Questions' with Dazai Osamu! I'm your host, Dazai Osamu," he said with a sly smile. "Today, we have teenage Fyodor Dostoyevski, and we're going to ask him some awkward questions."

"I don't understand, who are you talking to?" The Russian was genuinely terrified and concerned about his friend's mental health.

"Tell me, Mr. Dostoyevsky! What do you know about having sex?" 

Fyodor turned red. 

"EEEEHHH?!" He screamed. 

"Excellent answer! Next question, have you ever had sex?"

"Of course not! What the fuck with these questions?"

"Third question! Who would you have sex with? With a pretty waitress, a nurse or a blonde Western actress?"

"THOSE THINGS SHOULDN'T BE ASKED, DAZAI!"

"HAHAHAHAHA!"

Dazai made a run for it, laughing, while Fyodor tried to catch up with him to reprimand him, but he couldn't due to his anemia. When he arrived home, the brunette chuckled and rang the doorbell. It was opened by a tall young man with dark red hair and blue eyes.

"Odasaku!" he greeted cheerfully. "You're here!"

"Well, I got a couple of days off from work, so I wanted to visit," Sakunosuke replied with a deadpan expression. "Did you come from school?"

"Yes. Can I come in? Fyodor wants to kill me."

"I wonder why..." He sighed and made room for Dazai to enter.

He closed the door behind him and walked to his room to change out of his uniform.

"You won't believe what happened today!"

"Oh, really?"

"Sigma slapped a teacher!"

"Oh, really?"

"Well, she deserved it."

"Oh, really?"

"I also committed murder."

"Oh, really?"

"Odasaku!" Osamu whined. "You're not paying attention to me!"

"Oh, really?"

"Odasaku!"

The older man burst into laughter as Dazai playfully attacked him.

"You're the worst!"

"Don't cry, I am listening."

"I don't want you to listen to me anymore!" the brunette protested, pouting and pushing Oda away. "Go away! Get out of here!"

"Where am I supposed to go?" he asked, bewildered.

"Anywhere! Take Yumeno to the park, or accompany Ranpo to visit Edgar! Or take Yosano for a walk! Or go visit Ango! I don't care, just get out of here!"

"Well, there's no need to push me."

He got up and brushed off the dust.

"Since you mentioned it, I'll go visit Ango. See you later."

Dazai stuck out his tongue. Oda smiled faintly and left.

He bit his lip. What would Oda do with Ango? It was no secret to him that his family was full of homosexuals. Adopted homosexuals, to be precise. In the charity project that Mori managed, there was a program dedicated to collecting orphans and bringing them into a unit.

Mori took it quite literally. The first to arrive was Yosano. After Yosano, he adopted an older boy, Oda. Elise came after Dazai, who arrived after Oda. And the latest acquisition, Yumeno.

The story doesn't end there, no. Because Mori started dating Fukuzawa. And Fukuzawa was the adoptive father of Professor Ranpo, who was a couple of years older than Oda, meaning he was twenty-four. That is to say, he was exactly ten years older than Dazai. In other words, there was a nineteen-year age difference between the youngest sibling and the oldest, because Yumeno was five.

No one outside of that family knew that Mori and Fukuzawa were a couple. Mainly because it wouldn't be well-received in society for two older men to be a gay couple with a bunch of adopted gay children.

No one knew either that Professor Ranpo had a romantic relationship with the school secretary, Edgar. Nor did they know that Oda was dating Ango, an intern at the country's governor's office.

And no one knew either, much less his own family, that Dazai was gay too. And that, when no one was looking, he watched videos on the computer that were not suitable for his age while he masturbate himself.

But that day, after all the trouble with the sex education teacher and all that, he didn't really feel like masturbate himself. So he turned off the computer and went to take a nap.

When Mori got home, he had a lot of work to do, so he turned on his computer.

And all the pages that Dazai had been looking at opened immediately.

Because he hadn't cleared his browsing history.

And now he was in trouble.

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