Hong Kong and black wage earners

That night, Takigawa Aozuru finished work early and returned to the apartment. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Osamu Dazai standing in front of the entrance, holding a plate of cream cake in both hands.

"What are you doing again?" Takikawa took off his clogs and walked in, and hung the haori on the coat rack.

"Ah, today is Qingxian's birthday, do I forget such an important day? But I prepared a birthday cake specially for you~"

Osamu Dazai pushed the palm-sized cream cake forward.

"Ah... so? Isn't a birthday just a string of numbers? What's the meaning?" Takigawa Qingxian covered his mouth with one hand and yawned, with physiological tears hanging from the corners of his eyes, so he took off the blindfold directly.

He has never heard of the importance of his birthday since he was a child. Doesn't he live every day like usual?

"Although people like me can't understand the meaning of birthdays, they still have to eat cakes on birthdays, eh——" Osamu Dazai carefully observed the boy's expression, and seeing the boy staring at the cake without speaking, he narrowed his eyes, "Didn't Qingxian even eat cake? Woow, how pathetic."

Takigawa Qingxian showed disdainful eyes when he heard the words, and snorted slightly, "So what? Can a mere cake compare to rice balls?"

Although the boy expressed contempt for the cake full of cream, he glanced at it several times during his speech, and Osamu Dazai naturally didn't miss his duplicity.

He held the plate higher with a smile on his face, "Of course cakes are not as good as rice balls, but I can teach you how to use cakes correctly on your birthday~"

Takigawa Qingxian was quite satisfied with the first half of his sentence, but the second half made him slightly taken aback.

Why the method of use and not the method of consumption?

"Birthday cake~ It should be—" Osamu Dazai turned his wrist holding the plate, and slapped the cake on the face of the boy who hadn't responded with a smile, "It's so useful~"

"..." Takigawa Qingxian's face was covered with sweet and greasy cream, and after Dazai Osamu took down the plate, the cake fragments on his face fell to the ground under the force of gravity.

The face of the white-haired boy was covered with cream, and his hair was not spared. He stood still for a few seconds before raising his hand to wipe off the cream around his eye sockets, and put it into his mouth under Dazai Osamu's playful gaze.

"How is it? How does the cake taste?"

"So-so." Takigawa Qingxian wiped the cream on the other eyelid and ate it.

"Actually..." Osamu Dazai said leisurely, "This cake is expired."

"Kaka——" seemed to be the crisp sound made by the finger joints.

"Pfft~ I lied to you~"

Before Takigawa Qingxian couldn't help but want to make a move, Dazai Osamu shrugged and laughed twice, then stretched out his index finger to scrape off a piece of cream on the opponent's face.

His fingers were still in the air, and the figure of the young man in front of him suddenly turned into an afterimage. In the next second, the young man's hand was already on his hand holding the plate, and the plate had already covered his face.

Takigawa Qingxian crushed it before withdrawing his hand. Osamu Dazai still maintained the posture of sticking himself, and he put it down slowly, because the eyes were covered, and the cream would fall down when his eyebrows frowned.

The young man seemed quite helpless, but his eyes were covered with cream and he looked funny, "Qing Xian, this can only be done to the birthday party—"

"My pleasure."

"Ah, ah, how willful you are."

Takikawa Aozuru went straight to the bathroom, washed his face clean and planned to take a shower, but Osamu Dazai said he would also take a shower.

"If Qingxian is afraid of wasting water, we can wash together~ Anyway, you've already looked at me." Saying that, she began to undress.

"Who agrees with you?"

Takigawa Qingxian picked up the clean pajamas and immediately walked in and closed the door.

There is a big bathtub in Takikawa's apartment, and sometimes he would sit in it and soak for a while, and now it has become a luxury to enjoy working continuously.

The bathroom was filled with water vapor, and occasionally the sound of water could be heard. The white-haired boy took a breath, and dipped his entire head into the water on his back.

The surface of the water was bubbling and bubbling. About a minute later, the boy suddenly emerged from the water. The water surface was turbulent. He raised his hand to wipe away the water flow on his face that blocked his vision, and looked up at someone who suddenly stepped in.

"what are you doing?"

Osamu Dazai sat across from him with his knees hugged. Although he had taken off all his clothes, his body was still covered with bandages, and the water covered his chest. "Oh~ this bathtub is just right~"

Under the increasingly impatient eyes of the white-haired boy, Osamu Dazai restrained himself a little, and stared straight into the other's eyes with his kite-colored eyes.

"Actually, I have something to discuss with Qing Xian, but you only need to sleep after taking a shower, so I have to choose this time."

"Say."

"I'm going to a banquet tomorrow night, and I can bring a female companion—" Osamu Dazai moved his body down a little, and the water covered his collarbone, "But you also know, where can I have a female companion now?"

"..." So you want him to dress up as a woman?

"Then I thought of our lovely Qingzijiang~"

"I refuse, Dazai, aren't you very popular with women? You can easily get one on the road." Takigawa Qingxian dismissed indifferently, and found that the other party had a confident smile on his face, and raised his eyebrows, "You don't have chips, do you?"

Osamu Dazai's smile deepened, "Bingo~ I know what you need most, if Qingxian is there, you will definitely get the information you want."

After finishing speaking, the two teenagers were relatively speechless, until a drop of water slipped from Takikawa's chin, he raised the corner of his mouth, "Not bad, Dazai, you found the clue before me—"

"Hmm...thank you for the compliment?"

"But you're too crazy, don't try to find out about me anymore, you'll regret it."

"That's it, that's really—" It made people look forward to it.

Takigawa's warning fell into his ears and had no real effect. The black-haired boy rested his arms on the edge of the bathtub with a relaxed expression as if he didn't feel threatened.

Takigawa, who has always lived alone, frowned slightly. Now he not only has to be occupied by others in the bed, but also shares the bathroom. The gradual invasion of his own territory made him feel a sense of crisis.

Can't let this aggressive guy get any closer—

The white-haired boy got up, wrapped a towel around his waist, and stepped out of the bathtub. The person behind him asked regretfully, "Shouldn't you soak for a while? It's rare that you can take a bath with Qing Xian."

"If it's soaked with your bandage, it will be a waste of time to soak it any longer."

"Actually, I change the bandages every day."

However, the problem is not the bandages. Takigawa Qingxian can always smell a faint smell of blood on Dazai Osamu, without even thinking about it, he knows the state of the other party's body hidden under the disguise of bandages.

They are all traces left by suicide, but what they bring is only pain but no real relief. Suicides fail again and again. For him, is it more difficult to pursue death than to live?

Thinking of this, Takigawa suddenly realized the fact that he had been reluctant to admit - he and Dazai had similarities in some aspects.

Are you confused about the meaning of life?Are you looking for that slim value in the hellish reality?Maybe, after all, no one found it, did they?

However, the difference between him and Dazai is that...he is a coward without the courage to commit suicide. He looks forward to death but puts his hope on the sick Yukiko.

He is a coward.

The next afternoon—

Having to postpone the schedule and pretend to be a female companion to attend the banquet, Takigawa Qingxian returned to the apartment early, and was silent for a few seconds facing the dress prepared by Osamu Dazai.

"I bought it according to the size of the school uniform last time. Don't be dazed, go and change it." Osamu Dazai rubbed his hands and looked at him expectantly.

About 10 minutes later, the "girl" in a pure white dress came out of the bathroom, her eyes full of disgust for all kinds of lace.

At the same time, Osamu Dazai put on a white wig for him, and the long hair in the shawl made him look more like a fragile and slender girl.

The long skirt stretched all the way to the ankle, and Takigawa Qingxian could only wear the women's leather shoes prepared by Dazai Osamu. The size of the leather shoes was just right, with a little high heel, and the feeling of wrapping the feet tightly made him very uncomfortable.

He wears clogs all year round—

"Well, it's as perfect as I thought~" Dazai Osamu rubbed his chin and commented, "If Ao Xian is really a woman, I might consider whether I should die in love with you."

"Stop talking nonsense." Takigawa Qingxian adjusted the blindfold, and glanced at the samurai sword placed aside.

Osamu Dazai understood his intention at a glance, "No, you can't enter the venue with it."

"Then what is your mission, Dazai?" It seems that it is not an assassination, and it is not right, there should not be a separate assassination mission for a physique like Dazai.

"Don't you know that the mafia also has entertainment? Such activities that require IQ and EQ are naturally given to talents like me."

"..." The fighters who only use knives to cut people have touched a blind spot of knowledge.

"Okay, let's go, Qingzijiang~"

As the sky gradually darkened, at the entrance of a luxury hotel in Yokohama, a black-haired boy was wearing a shirt, trousers, black tie, a coat on his shoulders, and a "girl" in a white skirt in his hand, and handed the invitation in his hand to the attendant.

There are two teenagers, one black and one white, one with a bandage wrapped around half of his head, and the other wearing a blindfold, but the exposed facial features are undoubtedly exquisite.

Their arms seem to be hooked together intimately, and the picture of them walking into the banquet hall together seems to be a perfect match in the eyes of others.

Then, under the eyes of everyone, the black-haired boy dangled a glass of wine in his hand, turned his head and said something in the ear of the white-haired "girl".

There was a sneer on the corner of the "girl"'s mouth, she shook off the boy's arm and slapped him in the face. The wine in the boy's hand spilled out, soaking his sleeves.

Onlookers: "!"

The "girl" was obediently sticking to the boy just now, but she immediately turned her face when she heard something, and the other people present couldn't help gossip, wondering what happened between them.

Osamu Dazai shook his head helplessly, put down his wine glass, and said to the waiter beside him, "Ah la la, the clothes are all polluted, can you prepare a new shirt for me?"

On the other side, Takigawa Qingxian maintained a cold expression and walked to a corner with few people, he wanted to see what tricks Dazai was playing again.

The author has something to say:

cp has been decided, it's dazai

The next thing is the journey of the two cowards to test each other, it feels like it will be a long process