[Bungo Stray Dogs] Dragon Boy

Port Mafia - Med

Holding the cold medicine prescribed by the doctor, Sakuya Yabuki sniffed.The tip of his nose was a little red, the skin on his face was scratched a little, and his expression was listless.Last night, he was held down by Mr. Zhongye's supernatural power and couldn't get up all night. Although the supernatural power is ice, he is not a god who does not eat grains and does not pollute the world, so he caught a cold naturally.

The next morning, Teacher Zhongye, who woke up, took him directly to the medical department—literally.Before he recovered from the cold and stiff state, Zhongyuan Zhong, who received the call from the leader, could only pat his disciple's head and hurried away.

Yabuki Saku: It feels like the whole world is against him.

"Yo~ What a coincidence, Yabuki-kun." The curly-haired boy who walked towards him greeted lazily. His face was wrapped with bandages and gauze, and his wrists and neck were also covered with bandages. His whole body was like a moving bandage. Shelves are average.Compared with what I saw yesterday, it was a little different—the youngest cadre had a plaster cast on his hand and hung it on his chest.

However, judging from his expression, Dazai Osamu can be said to be proud of his spring breeze, and even the voice that greets Yabuki Sakumo is extraordinarily gentle.

Yabuki Saku looked at him sleepily: "Mr. Dazai..." There was a slight gnashing of teeth in his light tone.

Osamu Dazai was calm on the surface, but he was very puzzled in his heart.What did the slug say to his little idiot, why did he feel that he was hated so much?But his doubt time was very short, really short, and he put it behind him after two seconds.He thought of the things that made him happy, and happily shared them with the white-haired boy.

"Yabuki-kun, let me tell you~ Last night, something really happened - I almost committed suicide!" His brows drooped a little with excitement, and he let out a long sigh of regret. "Really, just a little bit~"

After hearing this, Yabuki Sakumo felt empathy and said, "It's really a pity." Why didn't you die?

"Yeah, why didn't you die?" Dazai scratched his hair with his healed hand, then raised the corner of his mouth, his eyes were deep. "Because I haven't seen Yabuki-kun yet, you took Chuya down."

"For a big show, there must always be a qualified audience."

How could he miss such a wonderful masterpiece starring real faceless idiots and dark dwarves?At least you have to see the ending before you can die in peace~

Sakuya Yabuki raised his hand and covered his face with ice, then turned and left.Crazy, go to the theater and watch a big-headed ghost!The matter between him and Mr. Chuya is something he can watch as a play?What a bastard indeed!

Osamu Dazai raised his hand, and caught the fist-sized ice cube. His hands were icy cold, and the parts that were not wrapped by bandages soon became painful from the cold, and the fragile cortical tissue was also stuck.Not... neutralized.There was a light of thought in the kite-colored single eye: So, the supernatural ability is to make ice, not ice——?

He was very interested in the little ghost picked up by his partner. After all, he had just asked Zhong Ye to pick one up on the front foot, and a young man with supernatural powers appeared on the back foot.No matter how you think about it, this is too much of a coincidence, right?

But no matter how I checked, I didn't find anything wrong.

"Is it really a coincidence..."

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After Yabuki Sakuya officially became a member of the Port Mafia, he had his staff dormitory.As a person with supernatural powers and one of the five major cadres, Chuya Zhongya personally brought him back. He is directly under Chuya Zhongya's subordinates, and his treatment is quite good.

Walking up to the second floor, the white-haired boy took out the key from his pocket, opened the door of the dormitory, walked in, and locked the door behind him.The layout of one bedroom, one living room and one bathroom, the living room has a cabinet by the window, and the separated space is the kitchen. On the window are several pots of succulents given by Silver of the Black Lizard, and the wine on the cabinet was given by several other people. wine.LCD TV, refrigerator, air conditioner, carpet and sofa are all available.

It would be better to drink with Mr. Chuya and hang up - kick off the shoes, the white-haired boy walked to the sofa and threw himself into it.I'm still a little dizzy, but I should be fine when I wake up.

...Anyway, Mr. Chuya said that he would be fine if he had a rest today.

Well, Mr. Chuya didn't notice it before, but after leaving Mr. Chuya—he seems to be a useless person.Yabuki Sakuya stared at the ceiling, the corners of his slightly raised mouth slowly fell.

When alone, it's like going back to the past.

[Button——]

kindness?Someone knock on the door?

Before Yabuki Sakuya could react, he heard a click, and the door lock had been violently destroyed.He blinked: Wait, wait, the place where he lives is the staff dormitory of the Port Mafia, isn't it an ordinary residential building?

"Little ghost, I'm sorry, this lock is too durable." The voice that has been infested by tobacco and alcohol for a long time always has a strange frosty feeling at the end of the sound. On the other side, the mafia cadre, who had disappeared from the windbreaker and hat, walked in and closed the door behind him.He was holding a white plastic bag in his hand, and he didn't know what was in it.

"...Teacher Chuya?" The white-haired boy opened his eyes wide, "Didn't you get called away by the leader?" How did you come to her so soon? !He was so scared that all his honorific words came out!

The Mafia, who was full of anger without smiling, raised his eyebrows: "Huh? What do you think can stop me?"

"Of course not!" Jumping up from the sofa, Sakuya Yabuki realized it later. "Ms. Zhongye came to see me for what?"

do what?To cook for you, of course.Zhong Yuanzhong also answered in his heart, but on the surface he was very serious with a straight face: "I will bring you something, can you cook?" He put the bag on the coffee table, tilting the mouth of the bag to reveal the ingredients inside.

Cook?Sakuya Yabuki thought about it very seriously. When he was in the orphanage, someone naturally prepared food, and all they had to do was to go and get it.After leaving the orphanage, all he ate was ready-made, so he shook his head honestly: "No."

"The little devil now." Zhong Yuanzhong also raised the corners of his mouth, "I know you can't, cough, I am also responsible for your illness, I will take care of your meal today." Usually he is drunk, and Guangjin is usually the one who places him, One old fritters.Usually, they would take him away when he was almost insane, but last night those guys threw him to their little disciples and ran away without saying anything.

As a result, such an oolong incident happened, the little ghost was already in poor health, and he lay on the ground all night, his face was so pale that he could pretend to be a ghost without makeup.That's why after quickly completing the task assigned by the boss, he bought something and came directly to the door - breaking the door lock was also because he was worried that the little ghost would faint inside because of his weak body.

Of course, these things must not be told to the little ghost, the little ghost will definitely stick his nose in the face, and his tail will go up to the sky.Zhongyuan Zhong is not a fool, of course the brat is too dependent on him to get close to him, but it doesn't matter, he picked him up, fed him, clothed him and taught him to become stronger - just like what I said before , who else would you want to like if you don't like him first?

That fellow Dazai must have doubts about the kid’s origin. There are probably a dozen twists and turns in his mind. He either wants to commit suicide or find fault with others all day long. It’s very uncomfortable not to find out.

"By the way, kid, do you remember what I told you before?" Walking to the inside of the cabinet, Zhong Yuanzhong also took a look. It was okay, everything was available, and seasonings were also available. "Forget it, you must have forgotten, anyway, you will remember for me how far you are from the mackerel."

No, he hadn't forgotten—but he didn't seem to remember much either.Thinking of the previous meeting in the medical department, Yabuki Sakuya nodded seriously: "I see." If you talk a few more times, he might hit someone.

By the way... Chuya-sensei, your posture is very skillful.Yabuki Sakuya looked at the man who was skillfully washing pots and rice in the kitchen, with his cuffs rolled up, revealing his muscular forearms. Although his wrists were slender, his chopping force was firm and steady.

...But, Chuya-sensei can still cook?Good, great.Fighting fiercely, and being so homely...

As expected of Teacher Chuya!

The white-haired boy is lying on the sofa, and his whole body is about to float away in bliss—such a great teacher Chuya is cooking for him~

"Yabuki-kun?" A black head poked in from the door, it was an innocent girl with a beautiful face. "I heard you're sick, so I'll come and see you." The girl's voice was soft and cute.

Just: "Who are you?" Sakuya Yabuki looked him up and down, but he didn't remember that there is such a beautiful girl in the port mafia?

The black-haired girl had two blushes on her face, and she turned her head, not daring to look into Yabuki Sakumo's eyes: "..."

"She's Yin." Zhongyuan Zhong also looked back and smiled lightly. "It's normal if you don't recognize it." When he saw it for the first time, he was also stunned for a long time, trying to figure out when there was an extra girl under his command.

"My house is next door." Yin said shyly. She probably wasn't used to being looked at in surprise, so she was about to leave soon. "Well, since Mr. Zhongyuan is here, I will leave first."

In Sakuya Yabuki's mind, the cool and handsome Gin was still fighting with the soft-voiced Gin and the beautiful appearance, so he could only nod in a daze: "...I'm free, I'll go back and visit." Really, the real person doesn't show his face?

"Little ghost, what are you thinking?" Zhong Yuan put the lid on and waited for 10 minutes.After washing and drying his hands, he saw the white-haired boy in a trance.Is it so unacceptable?Silver is actually a girl?

Raising his hand to poke the young man's forehead, Nakahara Chuya sat down on the sofa with great determination.

By the way, I disliked this broken sofa in my heart, it was not as soft as his home at all.

"The silver of the port mafia is completely different from the silver in real life." Sakuya Yabuki sat cross-legged and brushed his hair, but he didn't continue.Mr. Zhongye who is working is completely different from Mr. Zhongye who washes his hands and makes soup.

However, he couldn't look away from it.

Zhongyuan Zhong also likes the little ghost's little eyes, which he thinks are well hidden, but in fact, as long as he is serious, he can see everything.He didn't point it out, just watched the kid pretending to be serious.This time he took off his gloves, and rubbed the short snow-white hair with his fingers without any hindrance. Well, it feels very good.

"Little devil, people from the port mafia, no one knows how many sides someone has. And they don't want to know."

"But, I want to get to know you, Teacher Chuya."

With messy white hair on his head, Yabuki Sakumo stared into the blue eyes of the mafia cadre, and said seriously.

As Yabuki Sakuya, who exists as an individual, he wants to know more about the existence named Nakahara Chuya.

"Oh?" Zhong Yuan raised his eyebrows, then lowered them, and the smile disappeared from the corner of his mouth. "Then try it, kid."

He obviously didn't make any ferocious expression, but Nakahara Chuya in this appearance can see the terror under his handsome face with just one glance, and the oppressive feeling of being intimidated and fleeing at the touch arises spontaneously.

Pale gold's pupils narrowed slightly, Yabuki Sakuya subconsciously grasped the sofa under his hands.Dangerous, hot, bright—wanted to come closer, come closer.There was a moment of silence in the air, and then it was broken by the boy's chuckle.

"Okay, Teacher Chuya."

The author has something to say:

It was a day off yesterday, and the copywriter asked for leave...

Because of work and wages, I had some disputes with my mother, and the final result can't be said to be good or bad.There are about two months left before I am ready to resign and go home to find a job, and the salary card has returned to me... although there is not much money in it.

I just want to ask everyone, as an adult, after he has the ability to work, should all his salary be handed over to his parents?The situation in my family may be a little different, because the reason given by my mother is that she raised me, and I should have to pay off my debts when I can work. I have been working for two years, and I haven’t seen her give me pocket money every month. restricted.

In fact, I don't care much about these things, and it's okay to give her a salary, but it's hard to accuse me of not doing my job properly and making no money... My friends also think that my mother has gone too far.

And the place where I work now is abroad, and I have no friends or people to talk to. Once there is a quarrel, I can only be the weaker side.I don't like the job, nor the location. If there is no network to communicate with, the whole person is probably a fool.

=-=Then because of my proposal to go back...my mother and I have a complete quarrel...we don't get along in three views, life and other aspects. Living together is simply torturing each other.

But... In the end, it seemed that I was very disobedient, like a white-eyed wolf. The grievances were all hers, and the fault was mine... This is very desperate...

The above... Everyone just think I am complaining. Generally, no one listens to me, so I can only talk to myself here.

……

Definitely not conveying negative emotions!

Look at my example!

Little angels must be self-reliant and self-reliant in the future and learn to refuse——Xiang I will not refuse. Being dragged by my mother to work abroad is similar to cutting off the circle of friends. In the end, you were accused of being such a failure. without……

Take me as a failure example, everyone should take warning QAQ