How to return the bandage essence that I accidentally got

The wind at night is quiet, and the surface of Yokohama under the clear moonlight looks quiet, at least the road Fuxin Yano is walking on is like this.

Silent night.

Fengxin Yaye avoided the camera and entered a residential area. She stopped in front of a house, hesitated and chose to go in directly.

He dexterously crossed the wall and opened the window, and as expected, he saw someone lying dead on the sofa in the living room.

"...why don't you turn on the light?"

Fuxin Yano put the packing box in his hand on the table, and looked for the light switch.

clack.

The lights came on, illuminating the whole living room.

A certain bandage spirit was holding a head of waterweed, straightened up wet all over, staring at Fengxin Yaye with dark eyes, exuding an indescribable resentment.

Fuxin Yaye was choked by his appearance for a moment, and then said without changing expression: "Have you entered the water again?"

"Yes--"

Osamu Dazai replied with a drawn out voice, and then his eyes were glued to the packing box.

"...Go take a shower first and change your clothes. You are still dripping with water."

As soon as Fushin Yano finished speaking, Osamu Dazai's stomach growled unceremoniously.

Coo ~ coo coo ~ coo coo coo.

It was very rhythmic.

Fengxin Yano: ...

Fengxin Yaye sticks to the principle: "Go and wash first."

Osamu Dazai pursed his lips, looked at Fushin Yano with resentful eyes for a while, and found that she was unmoved, so he showed an even more aggrieved expression.

He stood up, turned his head three times a step, and Qiqi Ai walked into the bathroom slowly.

Fuxin Yano was expressionless the whole time, listening indifferently to the rattling sound of his little leather shoes.

Soon, even though the door was closed, the sound of water coming from the bathroom could still be heard. Fuxin Yano opened the packing box, went to the kitchen and took the bowls and chopsticks, and put all the dishes on the plates.

Unsurprisingly, when I opened the refrigerator, it was empty.

Fushin Yano, who still wants to find some drinks even though there is miso soup: ...I don't think it's surprising at all.

Finally, she took a glass of water.

Fuxin Yano sat on the stool, looked around the house, and thought it was quite good in terms of decoration.

This is probably a safe house of Osamu Dazai.

Thinking of this, she recalled the scene of calling Osamu Dazai.

At that time, she was already on her way to the dormitory for Hong Kong and black employees, and she made a phone call to find out that Osamu Dazai had changed her place to live. The reason was that she didn't want to see that black slug every day.

Fine.

Fuxin Yano turned around and turned in another direction.

"Yano hasn't contacted me recently."

On the other side of the phone, Dazai Osamu's voice was sticky, with a faint grievance: "I'm too busy to forget about me."

Fengxin Yano was a little guilty, and he paused for a while before replying: "...No."

Dazai Osamu's voice "I don't believe it, I don't believe it" came from the phone immediately, and he pointed out in a very sure tone: "Because I was too busy, I didn't even know I moved out of the Hong Kong and black dormitory."

Dazai Maomao is almost wronged out of the ear of the plane, okay!

He needs comfort, he needs to be held high, and he needs to be kissed and hugged.

Fengxin Yaye's eyes wandered, and he felt that he was in a dilemma, in a dilemma.

She cleared her throat: "I'm sorry, I'm on a mission recently, so I don't have time."

This made even Fuxin Yano feel a bit scumbag.

Osamu Dazai grumbled twice as he reluctantly accepted Fushin Yano's apology, and he reservedly reported a string of addresses, indicating that she could come to this place to find him along the way (crossed out).

Therefore, Fuxin Yano found the address reported by Osamu Dazai in a residential area.

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click.

The bathroom door was pushed open.

Fuxin Yano tilted his head and looked at Osamu Dazai who walked into the dining table with light steps after taking a shower. With the pair of slippers with cat heads, he looked like a cold black cat.

Those slippers are not...

"That's right, it's the same style as the one from the Yano family."

Dazai Osamu, who saw Fuxin Yano's eyes resting on his feet for a moment, immediately understood her thoughts, he blinked his kite-colored eyes, and showed a sweet smile.

Fuxin Yano felt that the smile was a little fake, but he still didn't say anything, so it's fake. The point is that he smiled.

Osamu Dazai sat down, his face was still bright red after taking a shower, and he stared at every plate on the table with bright eyes.

Crabmeat, crabmeat, all crabmeat.

What kind of paradise is this?

He picked up the bowl and chopsticks and started to eat, squinting his eyes comfortably, the blush on his face from the steam was slightly lighter but more gorgeous.

This is Osamu Dazai.

Beautiful and dangerous.

I don't know how many people died under his schemes. The blood of these people watered a poppy flower with deadly poison, which took root in the dark soil and was extremely coquettish.

Fushin Yano looked at him quietly, and suddenly felt that he didn't seem to understand this Dazai Osamu. There seems to be little difference between the 16-year-old Osamu Dazai and the 22-year-old leader Jae in her impression, but sometimes they are not the same at all.

Just like now, even though Osamu Dazai ate very happily, Fuxin Yano didn't feel this happy emotion at all.

Can a simple appetite fill the emptiness in the heart?

Can't.

Seeing Osamu Dazai wanting to lick the plate, Fuxin Yano thought about it, but he couldn't figure out why he showed a happy and satisfied expression since he didn't feel any joyful emotions?

——Because this person is Dazai Osamu.

That timid, cute, cotton candy-like Osamu Dazai.

Fushin Yano looked at Osamu Dazai with soft eyes and a soft smile on his brows and eyes.

Sensing the change of Fushin Yano's mood, Osamu Dazai's eyes widened, looking soft and cute, and the hair that had been washed and blown to be more fluffy also curled up.

He heard Fuxin Yano's words.

"I really like Dazai, no matter which one it is."

Osamu Dazai seemed to hear the sound of his own heartbeat, and Fuxin Yano was the only one left in his kite-colored eyes.

"Which Dazai makes me so happy."

As if something exploded in his heart, Osamu Dazai thought this way at this moment, he seemed to have no spare energy to think about other things.

He could clearly feel the seriousness of Fengxin Yano's two sentences.

No matter which Dazai she likes, no matter how bad Dazai is, it makes her happy.

She saw the darkness in the heart of this monster named Osamu Dazai, peeling off his black shell layer by layer like peeling an onion, and saw his timid inside.

For Osamu Dazai, no matter which one, she chooses to compromise.

She has no way to harden her heart on any Osamu Dazai.

Osamu Dazai couldn't think for a while, he stared blankly at Fushin Yano, not knowing what to say.

Just when Dazai Osamu was doing his mental work and was about to say something, Fushin Yano grabbed the bowls and chopsticks from his hand, packed up the cups and plates and brought them into the kitchen without leaving a cloud behind.

Osamu Dazai: ...

Osamu Dazai stared at Fushin Yano with grievances, his kite-colored eyes glowing with moisture.

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The author has something to say: no, my liver, my liver is not moving.

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