[Comprehensive] One-eyed king with different abilities

Chapter 22

"I really like you."

Ken Kaneki's expression went blank.

The brain froze for an instant, and the screen was suddenly swiped by this sentence.

……what?

He likes... who?

He likes me.

Who... likes me?

He likes me.

he and I……?

He likes... me?

he likes me he likes he likes me? !

"As long as you say it, I will believe it." His own voice suddenly rang in his ears and began to play in a loop in his head.

Kaneki Ken's hands couldn't help shaking—he likes me?

He is Osamu Dazai!That Dazai Osamu!

Gender aside, this is Osamu Dazai! !

He even suspected that he had heard it wrong, but as long as he bumped into the boy crying and tearful——he couldn't refute it, he had indeed heard that sentence.

For the first time, the sun appeared in the boy's perennially foggy eyes.He cut open the emotion that was usually hidden in his heart with a "swish--" and quietly showed it to him.

Just show him alone.

He couldn't help but want to flinch, but he held back.because he knows—

Even if his steps retreat by a millimeter, the boy will completely lose his heart to face the rising sun.

How could he bear it.

After finally taking the cub out of the cage, how could he lock him into a darker place with his own hands.

He lowered his eyes, thinking carefully - what kind of emotion he had towards Osamu Dazai.

——It’s a friend, there’s no doubt about it.

——It’s a writer I like, that’s also admitted.

But if it's a lover—— Kaneki Ken rarely fell into confusion.

He has never been in love, and he doesn't know what kind of position a lover is.

Think about my only few secret love experiences——

Miss Lee World... is the source of nightmares.

Miss Dong Xiang...that's just the longing I had when I was young and ignorant.

I have experienced too much blood and tears, and my eyes are full of guilt towards Ying... I have already forgotten that secret and sweet feeling.

Think about the experience of being pursued again——

... Yue Shanxi, forget it, don't mention it.

Jinmu-One-eyed King-Single mother and fetus-This is the first time a graduate student has encountered such a problem.

There was nothing to do.

But he also had to admit: Even though he had traveled across time and worlds, when he heard those words, even though his heart was already old, it still beat violently.

Do you want to promise him?

Kaneki Ken stared at the young man in front of him, feeling a rare headache.

can not refuse.

Then agree.

...can't agree either.

Then refuse.

There are only two options before him.

Love him, or leave him.

"Sigh." He sighed, every time he faced a choice, he actually had no choice.

Forget it, in fact, I don't hate it, it's better to get along and have a look.

He bent down and gently wiped away the tears for the curled up boy.He softened his brows and eyes, and gave the boy the response he wanted——

"I like you too, Dazai-san."

——"I like you too, Dazai-san."

The gentle and clear voice rang clearly in my ears.

Like an arrow breaking dawn, it suddenly pierced the sky.

Osamu Dazai stared wide-eyed, suspecting that he had heard wrong-just say, like him?

He who is so wise and close to demons understood the cause and effect almost instantly-he begged for mercy from his light, but the light thought he was coveting the position of the moon.

And also readily agreed.

Dazai Osamu...Of course Dazai Osamu climbed to the throne of the moon immediately, and hugged his sun tightly and never let go.

Although there are some deviations, it is really a pleasant surprise!

As for liking... as for loving...he will learn!

Hold the light first!

He sniffed the scent of the young man almost greedily, it was sunlight—no, it was the bright moon.

He caressed the boy's silver-white hair, thinking calmly——his light should come from the moon.

The moon left his sun to cast his last light on me in this dark swamp.

Cool and bright.

This is my own moon.

He couldn't help showing a shallow smile, and instantly regained his vitality.While holding his moon, he shouted sweetly——

"research--"

"Ok?"

"research!"

"Um……"

"Research—research, research and research!"

"Ah, I'm here."

Kaneki Ken responded patiently, seeing his smile from the heart, couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth.

"Grinding - sauce -"

"Hey, how many times do you have to shout..."

"You call me too!"

"Dazai-kun?" Kaneki Ken bent his gray-black pupil, caught a glimpse of the young man's mouth curled up in dissatisfaction, pursed his lips, and said shyly, "Um... Dazai?"

"It's—no—it's—" the boy raised his mouth even higher, "It's the name! The name!!"

It's a little embarrassing... Jin Muyan forcibly endured the heat on his face, but couldn't resist his softness, so he could only hum a few sounds with his nose:

"rule."

"..."

"Huh? What, I didn't hear clearly?" The black-haired boy blinked his eyes, moved his furry head closer, and rubbed his pink ears against his mouth.If Jin Muyan hadn't seen the corner of his mouth raised for a moment, he would have thought it was real.

Nonsense, you obviously heard it!

Kaneki Ken was so angry that his teeth itched, his head became hot, and he stepped forward to hold the pink jade-like ear, grinding his teeth hard on the earlobe.

With negligible strength, he heard the boy's sudden heavy breathing and felt the heat between his legs.

The same male, of course he knows what this means.

He let go almost immediately, and jumped out a long way as if he was burned——the eyes looking at him were full of shock.

That's it?

you?

Then got a low laugh.

The boy hunched over and leaned against the wall, covering his face with one hand.The laughter became louder and louder, until the whole body trembled, until there were tears dripping.

Simply this is the back of the building, there are no pedestrians, otherwise you would think that some hospital ran out of patients.

Kaneki Ken sighed, walked towards him, and pressed his forehead.

"rule."

His voice was very soft, but Osamu Dazai could hear him clearly.

It's too nice to hear.

It was good to hear that he couldn't help crying.

"rule."

The moon is always so gentle.

Willing to caress the wind in the hall, willing to touch the clouds that are about to disperse——

Willing to kiss the muddy me.

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