【Comprehensive Anime】Gender-swapped Tomie is a popular figure

That feeling has existed since the moment I saw Dazai Osamu for the first time.

The guy who had been on the run for four years really ran towards the light and towards Tomie Kawakami.

Only he remained where he was, but the person they wanted to pursue was the same one.

There is no way I can admit defeat!

I didn’t win before, but it’s impossible for me to lose now!

Nakahara Chuuya felt that his concession just now was terrible. Just because of Dazai Osamu's words, he was completely petty and chose to give up because of the moral standard of not interfering in other people's feelings?

And it makes you feel so uncomfortable?

Haha, I knew that meeting Dazai Osamu would be bad news.

With the corners of his lips slightly pulled stiffly, Nakahara Chuuya walked up to Jiangchuan, and fixed his eyes on the handcuffs that connected their wrists, and asked quickly.

"Mr. Kawakami, do you want me to remove the handcuffs for you? I can do that."

"Ah."

Jiang Chuan Shang responded softly, of course he would not refuse.

He then raised his wrist to waist height and pulled up his sleeve to reveal his slender white wrist, making it easier for Chuuya Nakahara to operate.

Even though the fabric of this kimono is thick, it is also very loose, especially the cuffs, which are even looser. Once pulled up, a large area of ​​snow-white skin is exposed, which still glows white in the cold air.

You can tell he is not cold by looking at his skin color. His skin is very smooth and delicate, not frozen to the point of turning slightly purple. It is a very healthy color, but the overly loose sleeves always make people feel that they are not warm enough.

Nakahara Chuuya had been looking down, waiting to take action, his eyes naturally falling on the delicate wrist and silver-white handcuffs that were like works of art, and he was slightly distracted.

The ring, whose diameter was adjusted to a very small size, was placed on the snow-white wrist, making the hand look too slender and fragile, as if it would break if bent.

Also, is he really not cold?

Nakahara Chuuya thought subconsciously with concern, always having a strange feeling.

For example, every time Mr. Kawakami, who is taller than him, stands in front of him, it is easy for him to ignore his actual height, and then feel concern and pity for him, and instinctively treat him as a fragile item.

Even though in reality he still needed to tilt his head slightly to see his face clearly, it was not that sensitive and it was very natural.

Perhaps, it was because he was really too thin, which even satisfied the arrogance that is common among men, so people would not feel offended.

It may also be a heartfelt concern and care for the person you like.

Being with him can even make people feel attached to him, and become more and more addicted to the ambiguous environment with accelerated heartbeats.

To put it simply, I just like him. I like him as a person and all the aura that permeates around him... There is a kind of magical power that makes people understand one's feelings clearly.

Nakahara Chuuya lowered his eyes slightly, looked for two seconds, and was ready to reach out to pry open the handcuffs.

"and many more."

At this moment, Dazai Osamu called a halt. He pursed his lips, looked at Jiangchuankami aggrievedly, and continued to speak in a childish tone.

"I'll open it. I've fastened it so I have to open it myself. Slugs are not allowed to touch it!"

His hands were not idle either. He followed the handcuffs to Jiang Chuan's wrist and blocked the keyhole with his fingers, resolutely preventing anyone else from touching it.

Nakahara Chuuya frowned and glanced at him impatiently: "Then hurry up and open the car, or you are trying to play tricks again."

His voice was deep, sharp and cold, both an urging and a warning.

Jiang Chuan Shang said nothing, just watched them quietly, tilted his head slightly in boredom, focused his gaze on his wrist, and lowered the corners of his eyes slightly.

The fine strands of hair lay loosely on his forehead like silk, and his lazy posture gave him a charming vibe no matter how you looked at him, especially when his long hair was like a waterfall and two strands of hair beside his ears fell on his shoulders.

He was so perfect to an excessive degree that he looked very much like a white porcelain doll, so delicate and beautiful that he could only be cherished in the hands and warmed with the warmth of the palms.

Except for a pair of eyes that seem to be able to see through everything.

His deep, ink-black eyes were still filled with inhuman arrogance and coldness even when he was bored, even though he was already very tired at this moment.

Dazai Osamu, who was reluctantly lowering his head to unlock the handcuffs, raised his head slightly as if he had noticed something, and just happened to meet this pair of eyes. He fell silent, and his heart suddenly felt cold.

It turns out that after trying so hard for so long, I still haven’t caught your eye…

It is ruthless, too ruthless.

Dazai Osamu pursed his lips, but he had no choice but to obediently uncuff him.

As the lock-picking king of Yokohama, a small pair of handcuffs was no problem for him. He opened the handcuffs on Egawakami's side in less than a second.

His hand naturally reached over and gripped the thin wrist, while his other hand took off the handcuffs and threw them directly on the ground.

After doing all this, Dazai Osamu clenched the thin wrist in his hand, pulled it and put it next to his face, and gently rubbed the soft flesh in his palm with his cheek.

Like a clingy large dog, he then, as expected, kissed me at the junction of my palm and wrist.

After the light kiss, he finally looked up at Jiang Chuan Shang again, with an obedient smile on his handsome face.

"Tomie-san..."

Dazai Osamu called out as usual, but his eyes were inexplicably aggressive because he was staring at Egawakami, and his mouth made pitiful words of request.

"Take me with you, Tomie-san~, don't leave me behind..."

Jiang Chuan Shang still looked at him silently, without pulling his hand away.

Dazai Osamu laughed again, and used his warm palm to completely cover the slightly cool back of the hand that was pressed against his face, wrapping it tightly, and continued to repeat what he had just said, his voice so gentle that it was touching.

"Take me on your date, Tomie-san..."

"Impossible. This is a date between Mr. Kawakami and I. Why would I bring a light bulb like you along? Don't mess things up!"

Nakahara Chuuya was the first to interrupt, his brows were furrowed tightly, the lines on his eyebrows became deeper and deeper, his face was full of displeasure, and he wished he could pull Jiangchuan's hand back and put it in the water to wash it a dozen times.

Ugh, he knew that this bluefish was a pervert, and now it's even more perverted.

Jiangchuan Shangye finally moved his wrist while listening to Zhongyuan Chuye's words and refused lightly.

"This is a date between Chuuya and I. It's not convenient for you to go. Let go, Dazai."

"..."

It's inconvenient, but there are kissing scenes~

Dazai Osamu made malicious speculations in his heart, with a smile always on the corner of his lips.

He looked at Jiang Chuan Shang for two seconds. Even though he was rejected, the expression on his face did not change much. He was still smiling, and he naturally let go of Jiang Chuan Shang's hand and obediently let go of Jiang Chuan Shang's hand.

Being obedient... is too abnormal, as if he is planning something bad.

Jiangchuankami glanced at Dazai Osamu, said nothing, and simply withdrew his hand. He turned to look at Nakahara Chuuya, his voice flat but obviously gentle and elegant.

"Sorry for the wait, let's go."

The door was closed and they could leave immediately.

Nakahara Chuuya also knew this, so he nodded.

No matter how ugly his expression was, facing Jiang Chuan Shang's obvious preference, his expression began to gradually improve and soon returned to normal.

Even when he saw Dazai Osamu standing stiffly beside him, his sapphire eyes subconsciously revealed a sense of pride, as if to say:

See, I won. Mr. Kawakami chose me.

The tacit understanding between the two blacks was reflected in the eye contact at this moment.

Dazai Osamu looked at him, and the playful smile on the corners of his lips became more and more intense.

My legs are on my body, who cares? Why shouldn’t I go?