Group Pet Career in Yokohama

Mori Ogai's clinic is on the second floor, and the third floor is a one-bedroom apartment with kitchen and bathroom.

The life of a single man is boring and busy. Although the apartment is not so messy and unsightly, it is also very messy - the coats that have been taken off and the replacement clothes are piled up on the stools randomly, and there are a few piles of food on the dining table. dishes.

However, the professional books on the bookshelves are neatly arranged.

In the kitchen, Mori Ogai was cooking. Although it was cooking, it was actually the simplest instant noodles.

In the living room, on a two-meter-long fabric sofa, Hill was sitting on the left side, and the notebook on the coffee table in front of him was showing Little Red Riding Hood—chosen by Mori Ogai at random.

Osamu Dazai was lying on his side on the right side of the sofa, holding a small handheld game console in his hand, playing a series of small games called "iwanna".

Pressing the keyboard quickly with his fingers, as the game's protagonist 'kid' died again and again, he began to mutter impatiently: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh all the traps and routines were foreseen, but these bullets and flying stabs are too dark. I can't hide...Ah, I got hit again!"

At this moment, he was immersed in the game world, contrary to the previous gloom, showing the liveliness that this age should have.

On the other hand, Hill watched the cartoon intently, unaffected by the noise made by Osamu Dazai. At this time, the story of Little Red Riding Hood has progressed to the point where the big bad wolf disguises himself as a grandmother, deceiving Little Red Riding Hood who is about to go into the tiger's mouth.

Hill's nerves could not help but tense up with the plot.

"So——" Osamu Dazai put down the game console at some point and approached lazily, with one elbow resting on his thigh and his chin resting on his palm, looking at Hill inexplicably.

"Some children, I mean especially good-looking little girls, are most likely to be deceived by the sweet words of bad guys." He narrowed his eyes. "The most dangerous wolf is the kind of gentle, gentle and amiable wolf."

On the screen, Little Red Riding Hood was swallowed by the big bad wolf who showed his true colors.

"Rintaro?" Hill asked in confusion.

"Ah, I didn't say that~" He looked towards the kitchen, and he blinked innocently.

"?" A big question mark rose in Hill's small head.

After eating, the three of them slept on three floor bunks on the tatami mats in the bedroom, and shared the only heating fan.

The heating fan was too old, and its heating capacity could not satisfy Hill, who was afraid of the cold. She woke up from the cold, and there was no warmth in the cold quilt.

After waiting quietly for a while, her hands and feet were still so cold that she couldn't stand it. She subconsciously looked for something to keep warm, looked around, and stared at Osamu Dazai, whom she was more familiar with.

At first, she was a little hesitant, because she felt that Osamu Dazai was not easy to get close to.

but……

It's really cold!

Be careful...as long as you don't get caught...snatch his quilt and use him as an excuse to kick the quilt in the middle of the night-as long as you don't let him find out.

Hill slowly moved to the side of the sleeping Osamu Dazai like a snail, and quietly grabbed a corner of the quilt.

But no matter how cautious she was, Osamu Dazai was alert by nature, and was woken up by Hill's movements in the next second.

He froze, opened his cold eyes, and turned his head, as if he could see the dark blood-red light flashing in his iris eyes.

If his eyes were anything to go by, Hill would probably be covered in bruises.

……

Obscure and sharp pupils and innocent big eyes looked at each other for a long time, the already cold temperature dropped suddenly, eyes didn't blink, finally Hill's eyes overflowed uncontrollably with tears.

Osamu Dazai had a stalemate with her for a long time and gave up.

He got out of the quilt, pulled Hill's floor bed to the side, then tucked Hill neatly into her own quilt, and spread half of his quilt to cover Hill's quilt.

After finishing all this, Osamu Dazai turned his back, "Go to sleep."

Hill felt that under the cover of two layers of quilts, he could finally retain some heat, and a smile appeared on his face, "Yeah."

Next to him, Mori Ogai opened his dark eyes, listened to Hill's gradual breathing, and then closed his eyes silently.

The next day, Mori Ogai got up early in the morning, and after a long wait, he found more than a dozen gorgeous and lovely dresses from the closet beside him. They had different styles, as if they had their own special effects.

Hill with her hair loose, stared blankly at the skirts.

"Hill-chan, I don't have any suitable clothes yet... let's wear Alice-chan first?"

Mori Ogai selected a few dresses from the piles on the berth, and the emotion in his eyes could be called fanatical.

"Ah, take a look~ This mesh jacquard sewn with layers of crochet and puffy skirt...or this retro palace-like puff sleeves and dreamy princess dress, it must be very suitable for you. !"

"And this one! It's full of love patterns, quite a sweet style, and can immediately present the beautiful and girly look of a princess! Which one should I try on first? It's so distressing~"

……

Osamu Dazai, who had just washed up, secretly observed from the crack of the door, cast a helpless look at Hill, and left calmly.

I don't understand why choosing a suit that fits what I agreed at the beginning turned into a try-on event. By the time it was over, two hours had passed.

Hill finally chose the thickest cashmere dress, and now she sat in a chair, slowly chewing bread.

Behind him, Mori Ogai held a rubber band in his mouth, held a comb, and used his hands, which were accustomed to controlling a scalpel, to nimbly insert it between Hill's silky hair, weaving an exquisite braid.

"I can't see that Mr. Mori still has this skill." Sitting at the dining table, Osamu Dazai mumbled vaguely with a toast in his mouth: "...like an innocent little girl dressing up as a doll."

Then, as if disgusted by his own description, he acted as if he wanted to vomit.

"Because, it is a great honor for me to personally dress up a very beautiful young lady! Alright, Hill-chan~" Mori Ogai put down the comb, pinched Hill's delicate chin with a little force, and looked carefully, like It is to appreciate and taste a famous painting with high value.

Even though it's wrapped like a dumpling, it's still so cute!

"Ah, no matter how you look at it, she is a beautiful girl who can make people fall in love at the first glance, and make people heartbreak!" After speaking, she pressed her hands on her chest, as if unable to breathe.

Hill: "..."

Osamu Dazai: "Ugh..."