I was so afraid of society that I wore a cosplay

The fake Fujiwara Megumi suddenly shuddered and touched his cheek in confusion. It wasn't cold.

He turned to look at Nakahara Chuuya, who looked like he had lost his mind due to being stimulated.

After hesitating for a while, Fujiwara Megumi ran to the pile of bags bought by her best friend, skipping the necessities such as clothes and shoes, looking through the snacks, and successfully found her favorite drink.

He took a bottle and came to Nakahara Chuuya, with a little expectation hidden in his nervous tone, "Here you drink."

Nakahara Chuya blinked and glanced at the thing, his face twisted involuntarily, "Why...strawberry milk...?"

When he thought of milk, he thought of the time when Osamu Dazai laughed at his height. He drank milk for a month continuously as soon as he lost his mind. As a result... he didn't grow even 1 centimeter. From then on, he ushered in someone's ruthlessness. laughing out loud.

Then... Nakahara Chuuya stopped drinking milk.

……

Fujiwara Megumi's hand holding the milk stiffened, why...what...is it strawberry milk?

Don’t you like drinking?

Looking at Nakahara Chuuya's frowning and disgusted expression, Megumi Fujiwara cried like a villain in her heart, and wrote on the emoji: I messed up again! ! !

The orange-haired boy lowered his eyelashes in despair, retracted the hand holding the milk, and retracted into his own spiritual world without saying a word, which made Nakahara Zhongya feel that he had bullied a child.

He thought about the words in distress, and found that there was no explanation for his behavior except that he didn't like to drink it. He gave up on himself and said: "I found out that I don't grow taller after drinking milk, so I stopped drinking it a long time ago. Don't Think more.”

Fujiwara Megumi looked up at him, a little surprised by what he said, but subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, nodded to him, and smiled, "Yes."

This person feels a bit like his best friend, and he likes it.

After seeing that the person was clearly not avoiding him, and his limbs were relaxed and no longer tense, Zhongyuan Zhong also started using his poor cliché skills. In other words, he didn't try to hide it, and asked straightforwardly about the other person's life situation. How about.

Megumi Fujiwara thought of what his best friend had told him, ‘Don’t tell them anything about our world.’ So when he faced Chuuya Nakahara’s words, he always shook his head and brushed it off like he was having a good time.

"Really?" Zhongyuan Zhongya paused for a moment. Faced with this obvious perfunctory statement, he felt satisfied and relieved. He was a little wary, right?

He naturally transitioned from the other person's living conditions to his motorcycle and red wine, just like a salesman, Amway maniac, the audience still had a sullen face, nodding from time to time, his eyes were shining, and Nakahara Chuuya was looking at it. Even more exciting.

When Chiki Kazumi took the time to poke her head out of the kitchen, she saw two orange-haired cats huddled together, whispering.

In just one second, he finished washing his hands and taking out his mobile phone.

After happily taking the photo, when Nakahara Zhongya looked up keenly, Kazumi shrank back and continued to cook his meal.

In the kitchen, a man wearing a cute bear apron was humming in a good mood, stir-frying vegetables with a shovel, and he picked up the pot with his left hand and weighed it, so skillfully that people couldn't help but look at him.

Zhongyuan Zhongya looked away, hesitated for two seconds, and said: "He, the leader, often cooks?"

Well, Megumi Fujiwara, who had become familiar with people in a short period of time, turned to look at her best friend who was still busy in the kitchen. Remembering that she cooked three meals a day, she couldn't help but feel a little guilty. He is a loser in life. If you really think about it, the other person raised him up by being both a father and a mother.

And my best friend is only five years older than me.

The more I think about it, the more I feel that I am really useless. I dare not go out to meet people. Even eating is done by others, and clothes, uh, are washed by the laundry.

In short, "I'm sorry, it's all my fault."

The young man's mood was somewhat depressed. Zhongyuan Zhongya didn't know what to say for a moment. There's no need to apologize for this kind of thing, right? ?

Although it seems wrong for a subordinate to ask his superior to take care of him like this.

Ah, I don’t know what to say at all!

When he was thinking about changing the subject, a voice came from the kitchen, "dinner is ready, you two kids can go wash your hands."

Nakahara Chuya: ...

I'm not a kid!

Why should I take care of him as my child?

This is the first reaction when sitting at the dinner table. The second reaction is: can I finish all these dishes?

Zhongyuan Zhong also quickly stopped the other party from adding vegetables to his bowl, "That's enough, leader, I won't be able to finish eating any more."

"Oh, Chuuya is so skinny, he better eat more."

Nakahara Chuuya, who looks slender but actually weighs 120 pounds, always complained that Dazai Osamu was too heavy after every meal.

Qianji Kazumi glanced at him with a smile, then changed her hands and picked up vegetables for her green plum, "Come and eat this, this is your favorite."

"Yeah." Megumi Fujiwara picked at the pile of vegetables seriously and ate whatever his best friend gave him. Chuuya Nakahara's face twitched when he saw it, wondering why he hadn't gained weight until now.

Can the conjoined body shrink due to gravity?

……

"I'm hungry!" In the detective agency, Osamu Dazai said this abruptly while lying on the sofa, causing Kunikida to say without looking up from the computer: "Why are you hungry at noon? Didn't you go out to eat before? "

"Huh, the dogs have already eaten. How can I, as the owner, not eat?"

"Dazai, don't be childish." You can compete with a dog! ?

"I don't care, I don't care, I don't care~" Dazai Osamu rolled on the sofa twice. Nakajima Atsushi looked at him and was afraid that he would fall off, so he hurriedly said: "Then I'll go out and buy it."

"Atsushi! Don't spoil him!"

Facing Kunikida's black face, Dazai Osamu happily climbed up from the sofa and praised: "Atsushi-kun~ You are such a good person~"

Faced with Q Zai's star-eye offensive with his hands clasped together, Nakajima Atsushi smiled with difficulty.

"Then I'll go out."

"Let's go slowly~" Dazai Osamu took out a piece of white paper from nowhere, waved it at him like a handkerchief, and said by the way: "Remember to buy a bottle of strawberry milk!"

Nakajima Atsushi didn't know why, but he still responded: "Okay, Mr. Dazai."

After they went out, Dazai Osamu sat back on the sofa contentedly. Edogawa said casually, "If you go to see the kitten again, you won't come back so easily this time."

Dazai Osamu gave him an unusually innocent look.

"Mr. Ranpo was joking. This is just an apology for making the kitten cry. After all, even I would be a little uneasy."

"Then it's up to you." He won't die anyway.

Osamu Dazai is a little sad, he really means well.

Why didn't Mr. Ranpo believe him?

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