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At each round of harsh criticism-or moreso snobby commentary-Dazai would cross out another name on the paper in front of him.
He seems pretty... judgemental. So each time another word sprouts from his mouth, another sensation of dread gets thrown straight across my face.
I'm a nobody. I have no friends, no family, and no sense of direction. And he already chose someone like me over any of those successful people... It's either there's something really, really wrong with Dazai-san or he has the wrong idea of me. And I'm not really sure which is better.
As the crowd started to clamor again, the host cleared their throat to gather our attention.
"Moving on to the final category, Best Short Film is awarded to..." There was a long, dragged-out pause in the sake of building suspense. But, honestly, for me, there wouldn't be much of a difference between who won any of these prizes. I have no clue who any of these people are or what they've done.
"Rashōmon by Akutagawa Ryuunosuke."
Or
Sskk filmmaking au where Atsushi and Akutagawa are forced to make a feature film together