[Comprehensive] If we have another possibility

Time passed quickly during Fei Shi's investigation of the supernatural organization Mimic, and it was already February when the cold air hovered over Japan.

This is not good news for junior high school students who are about to take their graduation exams.

Shizuoka, 5:45pm.

Aizawa Shouta returned home half an hour earlier than usual, but when he opened the door, he was surprised to find that Fei Shi hadn't come back yet.

This is quite an unusual thing, because Fei Shi usually does not participate in club activities, and he will go home much earlier than Aizawa, who is a high school teacher.

Aizawa unlocked the phone, but didn't find the message from Fei Shi that he was late. He felt puzzled and worried for a while.

But then he found out why.

On the upper part of the mobile phone desktop, Tokyo, which ranks as the first permanent city before Shizuoka, is now raining heavily.

And Fei Shi didn't bring an umbrella in the morning.

Aizawa called Fei Shi and found that the phone of the other party was turned off.I contacted Heizi, a friend of Sakura-haired boy who also lives in Shizuoka, but got unexpected news.

"Fei Shi-kun, the phone ran out of battery when we were eating together at noon, and I went to find Akashi-kun after school." The boy on the other end of the phone spoke very calmly.

The name Akashi is no stranger to Aizawa, he knows that he often goes out to book clubs with Feishi, but...

He asked one more question carefully: "Why didn't you come back with Fei Shi, Heizi? Didn't you often go together before?"

The boy on the other end of the phone was silent for a while, then suddenly asked: "Mr. Xiaotai doesn't know yet?"

"Know what?" Aizawa frowned, and after much deliberation, he could only think of one reason, "Did you quarrel?"

"No, it's not." Heizi denied it flatly, his tone still not fluctuating, "Mr. Xiaotai, please don't think too much, Fei Shijun and I are still as good as before, but we didn't go together today."

"...Really, that's good." Aizawa replied hesitantly, feeling a little weird in his heart, but he couldn't think of anything for a while, so he had to hang up the phone temporarily.

The thoughtful professional hero stood quietly in the living room for a while, but still felt that Heizi was hiding something for Fei Shi, so he picked up his umbrella and wanted to go out to have a look.

But before that, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of the familiar figure downstairs through the window next to the entrance.

He paused, with an unconscious smile on his face.

——Isn’t it a good return?

Relieved, he looked at Fei Shi with such a relaxed thought, but suddenly, the smile on his face froze.

Because, the red-haired boy who was talking with Fei Shi suddenly reached out and hugged him tightly, and pressed a kiss on his lips.

Aizawa could clearly see that the sakura-haired boy raised his hand, and the snow-white palm penetrated into the child's hair, pulling him closer to him.

They kissed for a long time, and their figures overlapped for a long time under the icy winter sunset.

Aizawa Shouta's smile disappeared from his face.

He silently stared at the two teenagers who were close at zero distance, his eyes were full of ups and downs, he clenched the umbrella in his hand and let it go, and after repeated several times, he threw the umbrella back to its original place.

At the dinner table that night, Aizawa Shouta maintained his usual listlessness, and asked the boy opposite: "The recommended entrance exam will be the day after tomorrow, how are you preparing?"

"There is nothing special to prepare." Fei Shi replied casually, distracted from taking care of the little black cat who was licking canned cat food.

Aizawa Shouta narrowed his eyes slightly, and clenched his chopsticks tightly: "For you, schoolwork must be very boring, right?"

Fei Shi didn't think too much, and said honestly: "Basically, it can be said that. However, I am still a little curious about Xiongying's 'how to cultivate a hero'."

Aizawa was silent.

After a long time, he snorted lightly and said, "When we get to Xiongying, I won't tolerate a half-hearted student like you staying in my class."

He paused, his voice gradually lowered: "I'm still a student of puppy love."

Fei Shi was taken aback.

He raised his head, looked at Aizawa's expression, and said calmly, "You know?"

"I saw it. This afternoon." Aizawa's answer was very indifferent.

"Is that so?" Fei Shi replied indifferently, without seeming to explain at all, and brought up another topic in the blink of an eye, "So, if you don't want me to stay in your class, I will be assigned to Class B?"

Aizawa, who was just talking casually, looked at his completely indifferent look, and suddenly became angry.

"Don't you have anything to say to me?!"

He clapped the chopsticks with a "snap" in a low and dangerous voice.

"Say what?" However, what responded to his anger was Fei Shi's unwavering eyes.

He looked at him indifferently, for a moment he seemed to be looking at some unimportant stranger, the indifference in his eyes was terrifyingly sharp, as if he had read all his thoughts through Aizawa's eyes, and saw through the high-sounding reasons Under the cover, the unspeakable feelings buried deep in his heart.

"Xiaotai, is it my duty as a guardian or something else to question me, can you give me an accurate answer?"

Aizawa Yuta's eyes widened and his mouth opened, but he couldn't make any sound.

Fei Shi looked at him with eyes that made him invisible, forcing him to almost turn his head and run away.

I don't know how long it took before Fei Shi calmed down that frightening look, averted his eyes as usual, and gave an explanation unexpectedly easily.

"Akashi and I both know what we want. Needless to say, it doesn't matter whether I agree to him or not. Together. To be honest, it seems incredible to me that his waywardness lasted a year."

Aizawa Xiao listened too stiffly, his voice stagnant: "Willful?"

"Of course." Fei Shi lowered his eyes, so dull that he didn't even want to explain a word, as if he was talking about common sense, "The only son of the Akashi family, no matter how you think about it, it is impossible to marry a man .”

In the final analysis, this long-lasting relationship is just a dream given to himself by Akashi in his most beautiful years, willful but rational.

Because he was sensible enough, he was able to stop in time and get away; and because he was willful enough, he boldly gave his young self a chance to pursue love and happiness.

Even if this happiness is only short-lived.

So Fei Shi didn't mind giving him this dream.

Glancing at Aizawa, who seemed to have been hit by something, disappointed and lost, Hishi's eyes were calm and penetrating, as if he had already expected this development.

He put down his chopsticks and walked towards the kitchen with the bowl and chopsticks.

Aizawa sat at the dining table with his head bowed, listening to his steady footsteps, he suddenly said depressingly: "If you did this because of your illness...you don't care about other people's feelings? "

The boy's footsteps stopped suddenly.

His eyes widened slightly, and his pupils narrowed slightly.

With his back turned to Aizawa, he remained silent for a long time.But this silence seemed to make Aizawa understand something, because he closed his eyes weakly, and when he opened them again, there was a deep tiredness in his voice.

"I understand." He said without emotion, threw the half-eaten meal on the dining table, got up and went back to the room.

Fei Shi stood silently at the door of the kitchen until the sound of Aizawa's footsteps disappeared behind the door, and the living room fell into a suffocating silence for a long time, then he raised his head stiffly as if suddenly returning to his senses, and looked at forward.

……no.

He put the things in his hand into the sink, and the movement of lowering his head made it impossible to see his expression clearly.

The phone in his pocket vibrated, showing a location in Yokohama.

Fei Shi didn't seem to feel it, he looked at a certain point in the sky with a dazed expression, and slowly clenched his palms.

[Emotions] To him...it doesn't matter.

The next day, the sky over Yokohama was overcast.

At noon, a huge explosion occurred in the courtyard outside the small seaside hotel.

The man with bleeding ears knelt beside the burning car like a wounded beast, weeping and roaring as if from hell.

Where he didn't see it, the black-haired young man stood on the roof with a fox mask with a strange smile on his face, looking down at him from above.

A gust of wind blew, and the figure of the young man disappeared.

On this day, the supernatural organization Mimic was destroyed, and the leader of the organization died together with the former first-class killer and now the bottom of the port mafia, Oda Sakunosuke.

Accompanying Oda Sakunosuke at the last moment was his friend Osamu Dazai.

Osamu Dazai still remembered that the sunset that day was very beautiful, shining on the blood flowing from Odasaku's body, shining with a ruby-like clear and dazzling light.

The temperature of the blood seemed to be still on his hands.

He hid his hand in the pocket of his windbreaker, stood on the fence of the bridge, stared at the endlessly flowing river under his feet with an expressionless face, his eyes were more dead and empty than a black hole with nothing.

There was a cold wind blowing, brushing his soft temples.

He closed his eyes and fell straight down.

The river is freezing cold.

The cold river water penetrated effortlessly into his ears, nostrils, and mouth, and poured into his stomach and lungs, stimulating his nerves, making him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and continued to fall powerlessly deeper.

But he didn't struggle, he was so tired that he couldn't even lift a finger.

so quiet.

Really...

so quiet.

Osamu Dazai opened his eyes in the darkness, and saw the river above his head through the slight air bubbles.

It was illuminated by the setting sun...

The incomparably beautiful blue river.

"..."

"……slaughter."

"... Dazai."

"—Osamu Dazai!"

Osamu Dazai suddenly opened his eyes in the call from far and near.

A strong sense of oppression came from his lungs, he turned over almost like a conditioned reflex, coughed up the icy cold river water piercingly, scratched his throat with his hands uncomfortably, the trachea was filled with water, and the suffocation feeling without air made him It hurts so much.

A hand caressed his back, patting it up and down with such gentleness that it was heartbreaking.

So cold.

Osamu Dazai's body trembled violently, his pupils narrowed sharply, he saw a messy ground with his chaotic vision, and felt tears pouring out of his eyes uncontrollably, blurring his eyes.

"Why... you want to save me..."

Difficult and feeble questions came intermittently from the incessant coughing.

The people around were silent and did not answer.

It took a long time for Osamu Dazai to calm down from the cough that seemed to be suffocating him, and he lay on his back on the ground exhausted, with his arms covering his eyes, and the corners of his eyes were slightly wet.

"...Why did you save me?"

He asked again, his voice was hoarse and thin, mixed with crying, as tired as if he had walked his whole life.

Fei Shi sat next to him, his short cherry-colored hair was wet by the river water, and the water droplets left wet marks on his fair cheeks.

He looked up at the clouds in the sky, his blue eyes were clean and clear, and his tone of voice was as calm as usual.

"Because you're saying 'save me', Dazai."

Osamu Dazai's breath was suddenly suffocated.

His lips trembled as he felt a warm hand part his arm and cover his eyes instead.

After that, no matter how many years passed, he never forgot that hand again.

It was a hand as warm as the sun.