I was so afraid of society that I wore a cosplay

Is it okay if my son doesn’t look like Dazai?

Chiki Kazumi, who thought she understood the meaning of Chuuya's male god, touched her chin and looked at Xiao Qingmei's face thoughtfully.

After looking at it for a while, he looked away regretfully. Except for those eyes, he looked exactly like the young version of Osamu Dazai.

If I had known she would wear it again, no matter what, she would cosplay Qingmei into Zhongya, fulfilling her beautiful wish of posting two Zhongya cats.

Sorry.

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Seeing her best friend suddenly depressed, Megumi Fujiwara, who was still feeling guilty, secretly reached out and poked her, signaling her to say something quickly.

He was already uneasy about cooperating with his best friend's words, but Nakahara Zhongya's collapsed expression made his heart sink to the bottom.

A sense of guilt for deceiving an honest person arises spontaneously.

Compared to Dazai Osamu who scared him to tears, he had a great fondness for Nakahara Chuuya who gave him sweets and was awkward but kind.

Naturally, we can’t stand to see the other party being persecuted any longer.

Chiki Kazumi, who was poked back to her senses, pressed his hand calmly, "Anyway, let's take us in tonight. How about we go to see Mr. Mori together tomorrow."

"Okay." Zhongyuan Zhongya replied dryly, looking like he had regained his composure.

He pressed down his hat, looked past the black-haired boy holding the dish obediently, and lowered his eyes, "Let's go."

"Okay~ Chuuya is so good~" The woman's slightly exaggerated tone made Nakahara Chuuya, who was walking in front, feel a low pressure around his body, but he didn't say anything and just walked faster.

"Look, we don't have a place to live now."

Listening to her best friend's pointed words, Fujiwara Megumi hugged the bag of vegetables harder and hurried away, thinking to herself: Isn't this just forcibly touching porcelain?

The one I touched was your male idol.

……

The group of people didn't go far, and within five or six minutes they arrived at the place where Zhongyuan Zhongya lived. It was a small apartment. From its appearance, there was no clue that this was where the port officials lived.

A bit plain.

Chiki Kazumi watched for a while, and when Nakahara Chuuya opened the door, she walked in and took off her shoes to change them. She took off her windbreaker and hung it on the shelf next to her hat. Then she sat down on the soft sofa. He yawned incomprehensibly and burst into tears.

"Chuuya, where should I sleep tonight? If there is no room, I will sleep on the sofa."

Megumi Fujiwara:……

Best friend, do you remember that this is at someone else’s house, not ours?

The aftereffects of traveling through time and space can easily make people feel sleepy. Fujiwara Megumi fell asleep immediately after finding the hotel last time. Chiki Kazumi was fine at all. But this time it was her who felt sleepy when Nakahara Nakaya agreed to take them in. The meaning came up little by little.

At this moment, she kept yawning and couldn't stop her tears. The lights in the room were very bright and dazzling. The brown-haired woman had changed from sitting to lying on the sofa, complaining with a nasal voice: "If you don't speak, just Turn off the lights, I’m going to sleep.”

The height of about 1.8 meters was huddled on the sofa which was only about 1.7 meters tall, looking quite aggrieved and pitiful.

The roar that was on the tip of his tongue was choked back by Nakahara Chuuya, "Forget it, for the sake of being a woman, I don't have the same experience as her."

He glanced at the kid who was still standing at the door and didn't come in, and thought with a headache, he obviously had the same face, but why did he look so stupid and not clever at all.

"Just give me this." Chuuya pointed to the dish in his arms and motioned for him to bring it over.

"Okay." Megumi Fujiwara almost hugged him like this, but when she realized it, she immediately carried it to him instead.

Unlike the 16-year-old Osamu Dazai, who still had a bandage on his face, the black-haired boy had a clean face. Although he was wearing Hong Kong black clothes, his aura was incompatible with the clothes, and he was obviously a little embarrassed when handing back the things.

Nakahara Chuuya suddenly felt that he was a bit similar to that 'Zhongya'.

Just as soft and harmless.

Chiki Kazumi, who was lying on the sofa, couldn't bear the time they wasted. She covered her eyes with her arms and shouted like a hanged ghost: "Hurry up and turn off the lights! Chuuya ~ Wife ~ Chuuya Wife ~"

"Uuuuuuuuuah, it's so dazzling, I can't stop crying."

"Wen——Ye~"

"Daddy's dear son, please help me turn out the lights."

"My wife——!"

"Chongya~"

Zhongyuan Zhongya sneered and turned off the light with a 'pop' sound.