Fuyuki Canteen

(Moonbeast+Rashomon) X2=Disqualification in the world?

Akutagawa's question, in fact, can get an accurate answer without the other party answering.

The table for four was finally full.

And the distribution is amazing.

Beside Atsushi Nakajima sat the man in the gray trench coat.Beside Akutagawa was the silver-haired boy wrapped in black.

The atmosphere on both sides of the table reached a certain delicate balance again.

The four of them were silent in tacit understanding, just not speaking.

For some reason, the black-clothed Akutagawa who Akun knew well was staring at the one in the gray windbreaker.

The exchange of eyes was silent and intense.Especially when their usual eyes are very fierce, it looks like two vicious dogs confronting each other.

In this regard, Atsushi Nakajima and the silver-haired boy in black looked at each other silently.

The eyes split instantly, but both of them could see the helplessness in their hearts.

Of course, besides this, Atsushi Nakajima was a little uncomfortable.

That self—just treat him as another self.Feeling eyes are a little different.How should I put it, it feels more like Kyoka whom I met for the first time.That kind of indifferent and fearful eyes that have been in darkness and blood for a long time.

Plus that port mafia-inspired look.

No way, is it really...?

Atsushi Nakajima, who was unexpectedly sharp in strange places, thought of another possibility.

He felt goosebumps all over his body.

But without mentioning this, in the inexplicably oppressive atmosphere of the four of them, Dun also felt that he was going to be too embarrassed to add any more.

I want to find any topic, as long as it can break the atmosphere.As soon as this idea came to Atsushi Nakajima's mind, a godsend opportunity appeared.

"Hello. Here are two servings of hot roasted tea and two servings of coffee. Please use it slowly."

The blue-haired waiter walked over with a tray.

Since the time he almost starved to death on the side of the road, Atsushi Nakajima has never felt so kind to the arrival of a restaurant waiter.

finally come……!

The white tiger boy who came up with this idea with a sigh of relief smiled and said "thank you", while watching the blue-haired youth place the drinks in front of the corresponding people one by one.

In front of the two Akutagawas, hot hojicha was placed.As expected of the same existence.They looked very different but instinctively ordered the same drink.And in front of the black-clothed self was a cup of coffee.

When the last cup of coffee was placed in front of him, Atsushi Nakajima, who was so stimulated by the absurd reality, finally realized that something was wrong.

"That, Mr. Cu Chulainn?" Atsushi Nakajima hesitantly called the blue-haired waiter who put away the tray and wanted to leave, a little confused, "I didn't order coffee."

"This is a gift from the store manager, Baihu boy." Cu Chulainn smiled heartily, his bright red animal pupils narrowed slightly, looking as amiable as the big brother next door, "To thank you and your little girl for your continuous patronage It's a latte, not bitter, it's the same as the one over there."

He raised his chin to the silver-haired boy in black, indicated who the "that one" in the words was, greeted him, and left briskly.

Just left Atsushi Nakajima looking down at the unexpected drink in front of him, unconsciously lost in thought.

In the orphanage, he learned how to guess other people's thoughts through various behaviors. In this cup of coffee that does not burn his tongue and is not so bitter, he realized the delicate thoughts hidden in it by the shop owner.

Since three of the four ordered drinks, can I have one too?

Emiya-san is really considerate and understanding.

Thinking of Atsushi Nakajima here, he wanted to take a sip of coffee, but suddenly realized something, and twitched his nose lightly.

After confirming that the aroma of the coffee was more bitter than he was used to, Atsushi Nakajima silently stretched his hand towards the sugar cube bowl in the center of the table.

Only halfway through, his hand was forced to stop.

Atsushi Nakajima raised his head and suddenly noticed something, and couldn't help but look at each other with the other three on the table again.

……Um?

Atsushi Nakajima found that the situation became strange again.

All of them reached for the sugar cube jar in unison.Nobody is drinking tea or coffee right away.

What, does Akutagawa want to add sugar too?

Atsushi Nakajima withdrew his hand silently.Under normal circumstances, he might still have to fight with Akutagawa on the order of priority, and argue hard, but let's forget about the situation of the four of them now, and leave it to the two vicious dogs staring at each other over there... It's good for them to fight for a victory.

After all, out of some subtle psychology, he didn't want to lose face in front of himself in another world at all.

With such a mentality, Atsushi Nakajima wanted to take a step back and sit on the mountain to watch Akutagawa, but an unexpected situation happened in front of him.

The black-clothed Akutagawa and the gray-clothed Akutagawa both stopped in front of the pot, looking at each other unyieldingly, with an invisible electric current crackling in their eyes, as if they were about to explode with Rashomon in the next second Sugar fights for a winner.

At this moment, a tiger paw descended from the sky, under the noses of the two Akutagawa at a fast speed——

The sugar cube jar was removed.

etc!You just used Moonlight Beast Half-Human Half-Tiger, right?

Atsushi Nakajima caught off guard and looked at himself in black who was snatching food from the vicious dog's mouth in astonishment.

Grab a sugar cube jar as for that?

...Although thinking about it carefully, this is indeed the best way to take that thing between the two staring Akutagawa.

Next, something even more surprising happened in front of Atsushi Nakajima again.

The tiger-like marks on the wrist of the silver-haired, black-clothed boy gradually faded away.

Holding the metal tweezers in the sugar cube jar, he picked up three sugar cubes in a row and put them in his coffee, then he picked up four more cubes and put them in the teacup of Akutagawa in the gray coat beside him. After glancing at the Akutagawas, they silently put the tweezers away, and pushed the sugar cube jar back to the center of the table.

The Akutagawa in the gray coat stared at the silver-haired boy in black for a short moment with sharp eyes.

Then he looked away, stirred the hojicha with a teaspoon, picked it up and took a sip as if nothing had happened.

Atsushi Nakajima almost died.

He moved his gaze stiffly, and after seeing Akutagawa in black beside him also stiffened for a moment, he picked up the tweezers and added sugar cubes to his roasted tea with a sullen face... Atsushi subconsciously started counting with the idea of ​​proving something. , two, three, four, also four dollars.

After adding Akutagawa, he took a sip, and his complexion didn't seem to change, but Atsushi's intuition seems to have become more stinky.

In other words, is it really four yuan? !

How on earth did I know about Akutagawa's tea drinking habit?Add sugar to him?That Akutagawa didn't say anything, he didn't even hum!

Atsushi Nakajima was the last to add three sugar cubes to his coffee in a trance.

On this table, it seems that it is not strange to add so many sugar cubes to drinks.

The four of them silently drank the hot drink with a deadly amount of sugar for ordinary people. When the atmosphere of discommunication gradually slipped into the abyss of depression, a new accident happened again.

The wind chime at the door of the store was shaking, and the sound was crisp, and a new customer came in.

It was still raining outside, pattering, soft raindrops drifting in the wind, endlessly.Maybe it was another customer who came to take shelter from the rain.

Thinking of the weather, Atsushi Nakajima glanced at the street view outside the window of the restaurant, and when he moved his eyes, he inadvertently came into contact with the figure of the person who walked into the restaurant.

At that moment, his breath seemed to be grabbed by the abyss.

The voice of the world is gone.Everything becomes a vacuum.

Who is that?

How could it be possible to appear here?

Even without an umbrella, he was a handsome young man with a figure that caught people's attention.His dark curly short hair that was wet by the rain, and his overly handsome face that always attracted the opposite sex.Obviously, he was the same as the person in Atsushi Nakajima's memory, but he had an overly heavy, abyss-like coercion, and, for some reason, Atsushi felt that figure looked a little lonely to the point of loneliness.

As if aware of Dun's gaze, the kite-colored left eye that wasn't wrapped in a bandage cast its gaze on them.

With a slight smile in his eyes, the man wearing a long black suit jacket and a dark red scarf around his neck walked directly towards their table.

Without any buffer, the lost young man walked in front of them with what can be called a leisurely pace, and spoke self-consciously, with a familiar smile in his voice:

"Oh, it turned out to be like this. No wonder there was a fluctuation in that 'book'... So you guys met here."

Speaking words similar to talking to himself, the man's eyes slowly swept across their faces.

"... Dazai, sir?"

It became difficult to force words out of his throat.When facing a senior with a completely different temperament from the detective agency.

"Yes. Dun-jun, long time no see."

But the voice and even the tone of his reply were no different from the Dazai who greeted him at the detective agency before.

This similarity is a bit abrupt in front of this man dressed in a mafia style.

So was the other me from before.

Could it be that in that world, everyone is——?

"you……!"

Akutagawa, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly wanted to stand up.

He opened his eyes angrily, staring at the calm Dazai Osamu, as if he had been slapped hard, with both hands supporting the table vigorously, the somewhat shabby gray hem of his clothes moved without wind.Everyone present understood that this was a sign of Rashomon's attack.

but.

The sight in front of him was simply too absurd.Atsushi Nakajima couldn't understand what happened for a moment.

That Akutagawa—although it is Akutagawa from another world—the Akutagawa who calls Mr. Dazai all day, actually wants to attack Mr. Dazai?

Atsushi Nakajima had a hunch that things were going to get worse.

Sure enough, the black-clothed Akutagawa next to him exploded instantly, almost at the same time trying to activate Rashomon: "You bastard, how dare you to Mr. Dazai...!"

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