It was an ordinary morning.

Except for the fact that he stayed up a bit late last night working on an assignment, it should have been a morning like any other.

A phone rings in the dark room.

Dazai, not yet fully awake, barely manages to drag her body—which feels a bit heavier than usual—to answer the phone.

It was Guest. Saying they were in front of the house, so hurry up and get ready to come out.

Because Dazai and Guest go to the same college and take all the same classes, Guest usually drags the sleeping Dazai to school.

"Eh...~ My friend, aren't you being a bit too hasty so early in the morning..."

She felt a sense of dissonance at her voice, which was thinner than usual, but she soon hung up after getting a scolding from Guest.

To identify the source of the emptiness below and the heaviness above she had been feeling for a moment, she lifted the blanket to check.

"Did someone put watermelons in my chest?"

Something is wrong. Something large and round was tightly packed there. She squeezed her eyes shut.

She immediately pulled down her pants to check. Ah, as expected, what should be there is gone.

"...."

She wondered why it felt itchy, and it turned out her lengthened hair was tickling her.

She called Guest again.

"A troublesome matter has arisen, so I'll have to skip school today."

As she stood up from the bed, her pants slid down. Her shirt fell down to her thighs, and the bandages she had wrapped were hanging on precariously.