Literature
Competition [BSD]
When Dazai came into the Agency with a smile that day, no one thought anything good would come of it. No, when he had a grin like that it usually meant he’d gotten them all into a mess.
“Dazai-san…” Atsushi frowned up at the man. “What did you do?”
“Oh, Atsushi-kun, don’t say it like that!” Dazai laughed, hand on his chest. “I just challenged some of the Mafia to a contest!”
“A what?” Doppo’s eyes narrowed. “What kind of competition?”
“A writing competition!”
Everyone blinked, seemingly not believing it. Had he really…?