Dad, he is addicted to raising cubs

Osamu Dazai had heard the name Tsukishiro Yukiman from others a long time ago.

The town is too small, people or things that can be talked about, even after ten years have passed—the family with the surname of Tsukishiro, before Dazai Osamu's parents became the center of the topic, was often mentioned The object that others talk about.

Similar to Dazai Osamu's parents who love to be demons, Tsukishiro Yukiman's family is also a combination of two worlds. Both sides think that the other will fall in love with the other world because they fall in love with themselves, but the truth is so cruel, they finally choose separated.

Yuecheng Xueman, who left with her mother, is probably the white moonlight in the hearts of the residents of the town.

That's why Osamu Dazai can always hear what a perfect person Yuecheng Xueman is in other people's mouths, hardworking, gentle and kind... It seems that all beautiful words can be placed on this person.

It's a pity that when he came to the town, the center of the topic had left the town for five years, and Osamu Dazai could only piece together a general impression from other people's chats.

Collecting fragments of information to spell out a game for one person, in this place where entertainment is lacking, is a rare game for Osamu Dazai.

And at the funeral a year ago, he finally saw himself.

Standing on the edge of the crowd, Osamu Dazai could only see the pink head in the front that was much higher than the others. He barely stood on tiptoe and noticed the faint smile on the corner of the other party's mouth.

this person……

Eyebrows slightly raised, Osamu Dazai became interested—this person who stands in the center but draws a boundary from the people around him with his attitude is completely different from what others said, how can he be kind and docile? People, if someone dares to step into the circle he drew, he will be kicked out immediately.

But what does that have to do with me?

Osamu Dazai sighed, he couldn't even get in with the relatives group, so he could only go in and enjoy the incense sticks because of the relationship that everyone is from the town.

What made him even more angry was that in Yuecheng Xueman's eyes, his face, which could be described as outstanding and conspicuous, was no different from that of a passer-by. I'm still a little excited.

As soon as the funeral was over, Yuecheng Xueman, who had rushed over, drove away again.

Seeing that perfectly curved side face flashing past his eyes, Osamu Dazai's heart was suddenly empty, feeling that something important was slipping away from him.

"No way."

Tilting his head, Osamu Dazai, whose whole body was hidden in the shadows, smiled and muttered, "I still have a lot to say to you, why did you run away first?"

Afterwards, things were even simpler. He first established a good relationship with Yuecheng Xueman's uncle. After seeing the bruises on his body, this enthusiastic and kind-hearted uncle was about to get angry with the unreliable couple. Husband and wife argued, but Osamu Dazai stopped him, and said in a forbearing tone that they were his parents anyway.

Just kidding, if the uncle knows that these wounds were made by himself, how will the subsequent scenes be played.

Then I had a good talk with my mother a few times to stimulate the other's nerves that were about to break - rather than watching my lover get entangled with other people, it would be better to take him to die together.

Can't we be together forever?

Osamu Dazai followed the temptation carefully and laid the groundwork for more than half a year before successfully making the increasingly annoying husband and wife go to heaven.He pretended to be sad and asked for leave from the school, rejected the teacher who wanted to come and adopt him, and sent out the evidence of the other party's harassment of students.

The next step is to wait for the prey to come.

With only a little inference, the warm-hearted uncle thought of Tsukishiro Yukiman who had a similar experience with Osamu Dazai.Osamu Dazai didn't need to say anything, the uncle automatically gave him the reason and called someone over.

The uncle who is thinking about this matter will not wait until the next day; the aunt who knows that he has no appetite and can't eat, will bring him food in the evening as usual.

At such a critical moment, the person who came to deliver the food must be Yuecheng Xueman who just returned to the town today.

Osamu Dazai was in a rare joy.

He hummed a ditty tune, and wiped his left wrist with a paper knife, neither deep nor shallow—he didn’t use a knife to create wounds on himself or others in these years, how to bleed a lot without hurting arteries and wounds? Muscles are a piece of cake for him.

The blood was flowing, gathering along the palm lines to the fingertips and dripping down little by little.

Osamu Dazai, who hadn't shed so much blood for a long time, felt a little sleepy. He thought about whether to cut him again, otherwise he would faint before people came, and he might not be able to see the sun tomorrow.

Fortunately, Moon City is full of snow.

The cold moonlight also added a faint halo to this person.

——Is the door of my house so slammed?

After such a thought flashed through his mind, Osamu Dazai couldn't help asking who are you.

"I am your future guardian."

Being hugged in his arms and sent to the hospital, Osamu Dazai discovered for the first time that pink is such a warm color.

To Xueman, it was a very strange thing for Xueman to see traces of the life of a second person in his own home.

Since he came to the city to study at the age of 16, he has become a state of living alone. His mother has been frustrated in love and his career has taken off.

Xueman is not the kind who can't live without people. He has a very high sense of self-management. Without supervision, he sorted out the details of life and was admitted to a well-known university. smooth.

"Sorry, staying at home is boring."

Sensing Osamu Dazai's boredom, Xueman looked away with some embarrassment, "No one else would come over, so I didn't prepare anything... Do you want to go to my studio? There are more people there, will it be more lively? "

There are only a bunch of books in the house, and Xueman, who doesn't even have a game console, has a stomachache.

But his hesitation made Osamu Dazai laugh secretly.

However, Osamu Dazai is professional in suppressing his smile, only a pair of eyes that are more hydrated than 5 minutes ago showed the existence of a smile, "Okay."

"I'd also like to know what it's like where you work."

Hearing that there were other people, Osamu Dazai became even more interested.

As the saying goes, things of a kind gather and people are divided into groups. I don't know if people who work in the same studio as Xueman will be as silly and sweet as him, but also easy to coax?

Xueman first took Dazai Osamu to see the wound on his wrist, and got a conclusion from the doctor that there was no serious problem.

It is self-evident how important a hand is to a person, as long as you take good care of it, you can return to normal. For Yukiman, if Osamu Dazai lost a hand because of that couple... Sorry, it is really not good. so worth it.

Sitting in the driver's seat, Xueman leaned closer to Osamu Dazai again and helped him fasten his seat belt, "Then let's go to the studio next? Dazai, how are you feeling? If you don't feel well, we can go home first. It doesn't matter if you go again."

"nothing."

Shaking his uninjured hand, Osamu Dazai squinted his eyes and smiled, "Staying at home every day is too boring, I want to go out for a walk."

Xueman thought so too.

When he first came here to go to high school, he would occasionally feel unspeakably depressed. The sky was not blue enough and the clouds were not white enough. This was the point of his sulking... Besides, boys of this age always like to run outside. Let Dazai stay at home, if he is upset, it will not be conducive to wound healing.

"Then let's go."

Showing a gentle smile to Osamu Dazai, Yukiman started the car and brought the child he had just adopted to the studio.

As the boss, Xueman can not show up for a week without delaying other employees to go to work on time. However, compared to the company with clear rules and regulations and only one small table for each person, the atmosphere here is obviously more relaxed.

And as the president, whenever he comes to the studio, he is always the focus of everyone's attention.

Not to mention that there is a soft and tender boy this time, with fluffy black hair and a smiling face that makes people want to scream... Osamu Dazai, who was sitting in Xueman's seat, soon received a A pile of snacks filled all the free space on the table.

These people accepted the half-grown boy adopted by Xueman well, and quickly named Osamu Dazai.

"Young master, if you want to eat or drink, tell me directly, you are welcome."

"……thanks."

Osamu Dazai's smile was a bit forced.

——These people really treat me like a child.

This is a treatment that has never been seen in a small town, and the snacks are also rare and high-end in a small town.Osamu Dazai ate the fluffy and soft cake in front of him, feeling in his heart, although he came here for Yukiman, but he was able to receive some other small surprises on the way, which felt quite good.

"Don't worry about me, everyone takes good care of me."

Shaking the small fork, Osamu Dazai signaled that Yukiman could work with peace of mind, "This cake is delicious, can we buy another piece on the way back?"

Yuecheng Xueman was very grateful for his thoughtfulness, "No problem."

If all the children in the world—ten years younger than Xueman, they must be children—had Osamu Dazai as well-behaved, no one would hate children, okay?

He patted the boy's head and asked his assistant to go out to buy cakes.

The first sight decides a lifetime.

Perhaps the first time I met Osamu Dazai was in a state of suicide, and the whole person looked weak and deceitful (...). In Yukiman's eyes, Osamu Dazai was still so fragile.

Osamu Dazai: You say yes.

And Osamu Dazai, who has gathered many elements such as a transfer student, a country bumpkin, and a little boy, naturally became the target of being bullied. Someone pushed Osamu Dazai to the corner and was going to teach him what the rules are, but he was dismissed by Osamu Dazai Paper knife teaches how to be a man...

Osamu Dazai: Are the children in the city so ungrateful?

It's okay, just fight more.

He wasn't a kind person in the first place, and beating people would be a pain point, but he "became a doctor after a long illness" and beat the other party up, but he couldn't leave any traces. In just one month, he became a Beyond campus legends, it is also faintly moving in the direction of urban legends.

What makes Osamu Dazai feel outrageous the most is that there are actually some students stuffing money into his shoe cabinet, wanting him to clean up XX or YY or ZZ. Among these people are teachers, school bullies and some who have listened to headaches. Go around.

"so troublesome."

Osamu Dazai was lying on the railing of the roof, with a cigarette in his mouth, letting the wind blow the sparks and burning them all the way, "Are all the children in the city able to bear it like this?"

On this day, Dazai Osamu who came home from school squeezed beside Yukiman.

"If I'm being bullied..."

"Who?"

Xueman stopped the knife that was cutting vegetables in his hand, and looked at Dazai seriously, "Who have you been bullied by?"

"Hey... I'm just talking."

Osamu Dazai smiled softly, and pulled the hair hanging down his cheek, "I just heard something from my classmates today. A girl who has been bullied has dropped out of school."

"Her parents seem to think that being bullied is their child's fault. Why don't they bully others and bully her, saying that until the girl returns to normal, she will not be allowed to come to school..."

"Is it really that girl's fault?"

The letter that still smelled of blood was only burned during the day, Osamu Dazai thought about it for a while, and the stench reverberated at the tip of his nose, he curled his lips in disgust, waiting for Xueman's answer.

"It's not her fault."

Xueman lowered his eyes and continued to cut half of the leftover vegetables, "If you want to be provoked, even the color of your hair can be used as an excuse..."

"If someone bullies you, run first and call me after you get to a safe place—no, I remember that you can set shortcut keys on your phone, set my number as the first, and notify me immediately if something goes wrong."

"I don't know about other people's children, but you will definitely not be the one who takes the initiative to provoke trouble. I still have this confidence."

"I remember."

Osamu Dazai shook his phone, and he set it up according to Xueman's instructions, "I'm going to eat curry today, right? Let me help you peel potatoes!"

Osamu Dazai, who is a cooking genius, picked up the paring knife, and while peeling the big potatoes into small potatoes, he took the first order in his heart.

Although it will be said that he is a boy from hell...but it's good to be interesting, why do you still care about those.

The tip of his tongue flicked across his lips quickly, and Osamu Dazai smiled wantonly.

Osamu Dazai doesn't do anything like repay ten times, he only believes in exchange of equal value.

The letter written in blood, the evil deeds on it were fed back to the Lord one by one—don’t you like to bully people?It must be very happy to switch roles.

"Am I right."

Looking at the shivering girl in the corner of the roof, Osamu Dazai sighed, "Don't you like it? Could it be that my information is wrong?"

That's not okay, I can never go wrong.

"In the future, we must get along well with other students."

Patting the girl on the shoulder, feeling the uncontrollable trembling of the other party, Osamu Dazai shook his head bored.

"Old, boss!"

The new recruits crowded at the door of the rooftop, looking up like little birds begging for food from their mother.

"Why are you staying here? The afternoon class is about to start."

Taking the coat from one of them, Osamu Dazai put it on casually.If there is anything good about this school, it is probably that the school uniform is handsome enough.

"Boss, don't worry about the person above?"

"Need not."

Osamu Dazai said calmly, "She won't jump off the building, don't worry."

"Oh..." The younger brothers fell silent.

A fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, energetic and impulsive at the same time—Let Osamu Dazai handle those complicated and diverse methods by himself, he might be too tired to give up after completing only one or two items.

So the rest were taken care of by these teenagers.

"By the way, the midterm exam will be in three days."

Osamu Dazai suddenly remembered this, "Go back and study carefully, don't embarrass me."

"Gah?"

Question marks all over the faces of the teenagers, "Review well?" They repeated Dazai Osamu's words with stupid faces.

"My requirements are not high, just rank in the middle of the class."

He said lightly: "You can do it, right?"

This is not an inquiry at all, but a threat.

The teenagers who were being targeted by Osamu Dazai were all stiff, and they didn't react until their boss turned a corner at the stairs.

Osamu Dazai, who has always been No. 1 in the small town, is well-deserved No. [-] if he changes schools, but he still has to pretend. He read books for half a day the day before the exam, and got Xueman's loving supper.

"It doesn't matter if you fail the exam."

Xueman touched Osamu Dazai's head, and said dotingly: "It's just an ordinary exam, no matter whether the result is good or bad, don't worry about it, but if you pass the exam

There will be rewards, so come on. "

"It's not difficult."

Osamu Dazai shook his head and shook Xueman's hand off, "By the way, the girl who was suspended before has returned to class. Her grades have always been very good, and she is still making up lessons for my...classmates these days."

Thinking of the group of young men who were not enlightened, Osamu Dazai felt that it was the right choice to get rid of this group of oil bottles early.

"Huh? I have friends so soon."

For any changes in Osamu Dazai's school, Xueman will take it seriously, "If you have time, you can invite them to your home for a meal. The yard is very big, and you can have barbecue. I will prepare the food for you in advance. Just go to the studio, I won't disturb you."

"I will think about it."

Dazai nodded seriously.

— Invite them to dinner at home?Don't even think about it.

"Then I will continue reading."

There was a bright smile in the eyes of the black-haired boy, "I still want to get a good grade in the exam and get a reward."

Seeing Osamu Dazai reading so actively, Xueman could only tell him not to read too late, remember to brush his teeth after eating and leave.But as soon as he left, the young man who was still reading a second ago threw the textbook aside and looked at the information that the younger brothers had collected on purpose.

When he and Xueman talked about campus bullying before, what the other party said made him a little concerned.

"Have you been bullied because of your hair color..."

Dazai narrowed his eyes.

Pink is so cute, why do you bully Pink, won't your conscience hurt?

Thinking about the person who distanced himself from others even in the crowd, thinking about the alienated eyes that separated himself from others... Osamu Dazai couldn't help but deepen his smile.

At the end of the mid-term exam, Osamu Dazai's name fell to the top of his list.He took out his mobile phone and took a photo, intending to use this as a proof to ask Xueman for a reward.

After taking pictures of his own, he also stopped by to check the results of the younger brothers, and when he found that this group of people were all within the range specified by him, he nodded in satisfaction.

Although grades can't represent everything, if Xueman knows that he hangs out with the crane tails every day, he always feels like he's slapping himself in the face.

There is also a "teacher" who helps the little brother make up lessons. The girl who got No. 2 stood beside Osamu Dazai, holding the corner of her clothes, and tears kept falling.

"Is it over? After crying, take those idiots to correct the wrong questions. Only with such a simple paper can you get a passing score, and you won't be able to go to college in the future."

Behind Osamu Dazai, a group of teenagers clapping and laughing at each other turned into stone statues.

"Yes, Dazai-sama."

Osamu Dazai: "..." There is no need for this title.

"They're all the same age, adults or whatever, if someone hears about it, they'll think I'm messing around with some kind of personality cult."

Declining the proposal to get together after school, Osamu Dazai returned home with the paper that he had only deducted points from the Chinese language.

"What reward do you want?"

Xueman, who has never raised a child, is rich and powerful.

"I don't know, save it for now."

Osamu Dazai buried his head in the food and didn't want to talk to the "stupid father" opposite him. Alas, how could someone be so happy to be someone else's father?Even though you haven't even dated a girlfriend or boyfriend before, you readily accept the fate of Yingnian's early father, don't you want to resist?

Didn't you realize that the person standing in front of you is asking a lot from you?

Xueman: No, my father's love blinded my eyes.

Osamu Dazai had saved similar rewards until he graduated and hadn't used it once. During this period, his hands became longer and longer, and he had already found out who the people who took the lead in bullying Xueman back then were, not only the name of the person who took the lead was lying In Dazai Osamu's notebook, the younger brothers who waved the flag and shouted beside him were also on the list.

And these people have suffered irreparable blows in their lives and careers one by one.

Osamu Dazai is not a kind person, and he has no intention of stopping the hatred in his own hands and letting the resentment end here.He was simply dissatisfied with the fact that Xueman was bullied back then.

If he was the same age as Xueman, those who wanted to bully Xueman would die even worse.

On the day of graduation, Osamu Dazai confessed his love to Yukiman.

The falling cherry blossom petals and the laughter not far away are the best background music. Osamu Dazai calculated the rewards he has received so far and hesitated for a long time. ?”

"Wait a minute, I haven't recovered from the shock yet."

Holding her eyebrows, Xueman felt a burst of collapse—if others knew about this, they would probably think that he adopted Dazai Osamu because he fell in love with children and wanted to surround him and raise them.

Looking at Dazai Osamu's increasingly refined appearance, Xueman calculated the probability of being regarded as a pervert, and found that it was surprisingly high.

"Then are you going to refuse?"

Osamu Dazai asked bluntly, "Confession?

I am the person, of course you have the right to refuse - anyway, I have graduated from high school, and I can take care of my own life after that. I will move out of the house as soon as possible, and I will not bother you in the future. "

"No matter what kind of partner you find in the future, I will send my blessings and hope you can be happy."

——It’s fake, I will definitely nail the opponent’s villain and curse it to die early every day.

Under the well-behaved appearance was full of dark thoughts, Osamu Dazai stood quietly, waiting for Xueman's answer.

"Sorry, I still can't accept this change in identity for the time being."

Yukiman, who just wanted to be a kind and kind old father, tried to persuade Dazai Osamu to turn around, "You are still so young, you don't know what it feels like to like someone, there is a high possibility that you mixed longing and liking... ..."

"Of course I can tell the difference between the two."

Osamu Dazai interrupted Xueman's words, and leaned forward suddenly, the distance between the two shortened instantly, and the only place they could see was each other's eyes, "I will not give up."

After saying this, Osamu Dazai left gracefully surrounded by his younger brother.

Xueman looked at the button of the shirt that was stuffed in by the other party in his palm, and smiled helplessly after a long while.

——What is this all about?

To be confessed by a boy ten years younger than him, and to be conveyed by the other party that he would not give up... This kind of plot is too fantastical, and people can't react at all.

"So Dazai is really going to move out of the house?"

The old father felt sour when he thought of this incident.

The author has something to say: This episode is too positive (...)

I feel that Dazai has always been the one who took the initiative. After this line is over, the next one should be Yukiman who is the one who takes the initiative.

I hope that Dazai will not cause me any trouble at that time, making it difficult for me to write...

By the way, the next IF line Dazai will turn into a cat, a cat demon who is arrogant, vicious and clingy must have (thumbs up