hat and bandage

The next morning.

Yokohama, Japan, Armed Detective Agency.

Atsushi Nakajima is a newcomer to the detective agency, a child in a country where adults are not considered adults until 20 years old.

He was the source of the previous Yokohama man-eating tiger incident. He has powerful supernatural powers but he doesn't know it, and he doesn't know how to control it. In the end, he was picked up by Dazai and joined the detective agency. As an orphan, he finally found a place to stay. .

Of course, this is a thing of the past.

Nakajima has been working in the detective agency for more than a month.

Even so, he is still like a newcomer, not very proficient in all aspects. The most usual thing he does is to help the seniors sort out the files, and follow the seniors to go out to assist in the investigation commission—it is said to be an assistant investigation, but he can't help. What a rush, the reason why others brought Nakajima was just to teach him various aspects of knowledge in various cases.

At this time, Nakajima was bringing in a pile of uncorrected documents, a thick stack, with cross marks assigned to each official member.

"That... Mr. Dazai?"

Atsushi Nakajima divided the documents, and carefully stood beside the sofa with the last stack, hesitatingly shouting:

"I put your part on your desk..."

However, Osamu Dazai's desk is already stacked with a lot of work.

The kind that has not been corrected at all.

Osamu Dazai didn't panic at all, instead he lay on the sofa with earphones on, squinted his eyes with puffed cheeks, and tapped the input button quickly with his mobile phone.

Low air pressure exudes from the whole body, and the discomfort is visible to the naked eye.

"That, Dazai-san? Dazai--"

"Hey!!! Dazai—!! Atsushi is talking to you!"

After getting no response for a while, Nakajima Atsushi smiled for a while, took a step back cautiously, hesitating whether he wanted to leave, and then, Mr. Kunikida, who worked hard, pushed his glasses, raised his head, and let out an angry voice. A roar.

"Get up and get rid of your own part of the file, you bastard! Stop being lazy!"

"...For me, there are more important things to do now, Kunikida."

Dazai glanced at him quietly.

"What can you do? You don't have a commission now, do you?"

"This matter is very important." Dazai slowly adjusted the phone to the time interface, and held it up for Kunikida to see.

Kunikida Doppo really frowned and walked over, squatting down and staring at Dazai's phone interface.

The above is the normal date and time.

"Is there anything strange?"

"Of course there is!"

Dazai sat up from the sofa in a hurry, his iris-colored eyes seemed to widen.

"Chuya went on a business trip in March. It's almost a month now in April, but the school just started there. If he wants to teach for a semester, he won't be back until July."

There are three semesters in Japanese high school.

The middle school is also responsible for teaching the freshmen, so the first semester is from the beginning of April to the end of July, and it will take about three months to finish when it is full.

Coupled with the fact that Chuya passed in March, Dazai might not see his little lover for nearly four months.

“Obviously Shizuoka is only an hour away from Yokohama by Shinkansen!”

Dazai complained angrily, "But he left for a month and didn't come back, not even once."

"Don't come back to see me at all!"

"I said you...don't think that being a teacher is such an easy job!"

The former math teacher Kunikida Doppo was silent for a moment, pushed his reflective glasses, and lowered his voice earnestly:

"It is necessary to prepare lesson plans, correct homework, and consider each student's situation. Sometimes there is even a teacher's meeting early in the morning. It is not uncommon to have meetings at two ends of the day. You guys don't complain there. stop."

"Zhongyuan is different from you. He is a very serious and responsible person."

"But I'm his lover, my lover!" Osamu Dazai squinted his eyes and puffed up his cheeks in displeasure, "Are those gangsters more important than me? Ah, could it be—"

Dazai's tone was suddenly solemn, with shadows on his face:

"Shouldn't the little dwarf be cheating?"

After finishing speaking, Osamu Dazai covered his little heart with a heartbroken expression, and pretended to squeeze out a few tears: "Ah, no, no, cheating is absolutely not allowed. I'm going to bring the little dwarf back."

"Stop making excuses to skip work."

You are the one who usually shows affection, and you are the one who is playing lost here. Kunikida was completely unmoved, and even indifferently exposed Dazai's real intention, "Leave the job to me, and then find an excuse to sneak out to harass Nakahara, Do you think I don't know what you're thinking?"

"...Kunikida, you will get kicked by a donkey for disturbing someone's love."

Dazai immediately restrained his fake heartbroken expression, let out an obvious snort, and turned his face away.

A vein popped out of Kunikida Doppo's forehead immediately.

"Speaking of...Mr. Nakahara is a man, right?" Atsushi Nakajima, who had been standing beside him, blinked his eyes and spoke hesitantly.

During the period of joining the detective agency, I often heard this name, but Atsushi Nakajima, who had never seen the deity, finally couldn't bear his curiosity.

"That's right, he's my family's ultra-violent, willful, and very short pitch-black little slug." Osamu Dazai replied immediately with a smile, "He's my lover."

No, none of this string of adjectives is suitable for lovers.

For some reason, Atsushi Nakajima's surprise at "Dazai's lover is a man" is not at all compared to "that Osamu Dazai actually has a lover".

Kunikida: "Don't listen to this guy's nonsense, Nakahara-kun is a very loyal and good man."

"Basically, Dazai is the complete opposite. Nakahara is serious, responsible, and loyal. He takes special care of his juniors and can do everything well."

Kunikida said, "Atsushi still doesn't know about the Central Plains. After a while, he will come back once he is free, and I will introduce you to him at that time. Now he has accepted the commission of Xiongying to go on a business trip temporarily to teach the hero department. The teaching positions of teachers will be completely over in July.”

"By the way, he is the strongest fighting force in the whole detective agency."

"Last time I mentioned to you that if you meet Ryunosuke Akutagawa, the mad dog of the port mafia, you must run away desperately—but if Nakahara is by your side, then the other party is not a threat at all."

Kunikida pushed the glasses:

"Probably be able to kill the opponent in seconds."

"Then, is it that powerful?"

Atsushi Nakajima widened his eyes, and unconsciously began to imagine Chuya Nakahara.

According to Mr. Dazai's description - violent, willful, dark, short, and Mr. Kunikida's description, good guy, strong, responsible...

I don't know why, but I actually imagined a short man with a fierce face and a black suit with exaggerated muscles.

And Mr. Dazai is a couple.

Ok……

There is an inexplicable creepy feeling :)

Atsushi Nakajima shuddered.

Dazai: "I always feel that you are thinking about something very rude."

"No, no." Nakajima Atsushi waved his hands in a panic as he frantically shook his head to shake off the imagination in his mind.

"How should I say Chuya...Although Violence is low, he is actually a beautiful beauty."

"Eh?"

"Aren't you imagining what he looks like?" Dazai said with a smile, bending his eyes, "everything is revealed on his expression, I really can't hide what's on his mind, Aunt."

"Hug, sorry..."

"Although there is nothing wrong with being beautiful, but in Nakahara's case, fierce and handsome are more suitable." Kunikida thought for a while, and added, "It's different from Dazai who just looks like a pretty face."

"That's too much, Kunikida." Dazai's smile remained unchanged, "Atsushi, I have a picture of Chuya, do you want to see it?"

"Eh? Is it okay?"

"Of course - no, this is my Chuya, so I won't show it to you."

Osamu Dazai waved his hands proudly with the eyes of looking at a single dog, then excitedly flipped through his mobile phone photo album, and let out a humming laugh:

"This is a treasure that I secretly photographed at the risk of being broken by a little dwarf. Nakaya, he likes to kick the quilt when he sleeps. His pajamas will be rolled up overnight, and his exposed waist is super white and super thin. Yes, if I don’t hug him, I’m sure I’ll roll off the bed. I’m so distressed... Chuuya’s legs are amazing, and he’ll blush even if he kisses you secretly. Ah, this photo of Zhongya taking a shower is so cute. If you look at his collarbone If you touch down—”

Atsushi Nakajima: ...

Kunikida Doppo: ...

Kunikida threw Osamu Dazai out expressionlessly, interrupting the other party's worse speech.

"Give me a good consideration for the minors at the scene! You bandage perverted sneaky sex maniac——!!!"

knock --

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

"Everyone, a young lady has come to commission an investigation. Some of you will entertain me."

Nice to come.

Kunikida Doppo immediately took Nakajima Atsushi away from the pollution source Dazai without looking back.

living room.

A woman with blond hair hanging down her shoulders and wearing a suit sat quietly and dignifiedly on the sofa.

……

In the Central Plains far away in Shizuoka, there was a sudden shiver.

Strange, is it still a little cooler in spring?

Zhongyuan Zhong, who went to the hero rescue training ground USJ with professional hero No. 13, was also muttering in his heart. The two teachers were having a brief discussion on the training items to be held later.

The main reason is for the experienced No. 13 to explain. Nakahara Zhongya is not so much here to assist, but rather to observe the courses of the hero department, understand the so-called professional heroes, and serve as a backup to prevent accidents.

There is basically nothing he needs to intervene, just watch and ensure that nothing happens to the students during the rescue practice.

The students' small conversations came from the entrance of the USJ training hall.

"It seems to be here, let's go, Teacher Zhongyuan."

No. 13, who was wearing an astronaut-like battle suit, said gently, and when the two rushed over, Mr. Aizawa and a group of students in battle suits stood at the entrance.

Nakahara Chuya: Can’t this battle suit be a little more normal!

Zhong Yuanzhong, who can fight in ordinary casual clothes all the year round, also strongly resists this style of clothes.

Dazai will definitely die laughing.

"Anyway, this rescue training will be supervised by me, No. 13 and Nakahara Chuya." Originally there was All Might, Aizawa Shouta complained in his heart, but that idiot hero was at work again Today's activity time is exhausted on the road.

"Teacher Zhongyuan..."

The shadow of being beaten up yesterday was still deep in his body, and he was caught off guard early this morning, and the boys who were beaten the most froze for a moment.

Well, although he is also very handsome...

However, Mr. Nakahara, who is only 1.6 meters tall, stood between No. 1.8, who is 13 meters tall, and Shouta Aizawa, who is 1.8 meters and three meters.

Class A: ...Suddenly became a lot more cordial.

But no one dared to say.

I always feel that if I say it, I will die miserably in the next close combat class.

Before the start of the rescue training, No. 13 routinely gave an explanation to the students, and Zhongya Nakahara casually looked around with one hand on his hip.

Suddenly, a bad breath came from behind.

Nakaya's blue pupils narrowed slightly, and he stared coldly at the fountain under the steps in the museum.

The purple-black vortex unfolded silently and gradually expanded. Headed by a man with gray-blue hair and a strange palm ornament on his face, countless people came out of the purple vortex.

"Hello, Aizawa."

Sensing the familiar malice, Chuya threw off the suit jacket draped over his shoulders, and narrowed his eyes sharply.

"what."

Aizawa Shouta put on his goggles with a serious expression.

"All back down, go protect the students on the 13th."

"That's... the enemy!"