Yokohama diva, sultry online

"Dead mackerel!"

Nakahara Chuya's pupils constricted, and he could hear his heart beating rapidly and powerfully. It was the throbbing that emerged from his soul, and he murmured softly.

Then, as if he couldn't control his footsteps, he unconsciously walked towards the smiling man. The sudden withdrawal from the field made him feel even more bewitched.

Osamu Dazai, who appeared on the tennis court, obviously caused a lot of commotion. His outfit that didn't fit the school atmosphere and his handsome appearance that didn't show off was enough to attract his attention.

The youth who was covered in pitch black was surrounded by a mysterious aura that matched him. He was wearing a black coat that fell to his calves, covering his thin figure, and dense bandages could be seen on the skin exposed from the neckline and cuffs.

Mysterious, gloomy, morbid.

Those iris-colored eyes were filled with an impenetrable dark color, which made people who didn't know them shudder, but at this moment, the figure inside was only a young man with red hair.

"What's the matter?" Yushi Ninata, who was facing Nakahara Chuya at the moment, shook his wrist, looked at the red-haired boy who ran out suddenly, and started to stand on the court with a confused face, his forehead slowly slapped Several question marks.

Although it would still be a stalemate if he continued to fight, Yushi Ninzu had lost his temper after being hit by the straight ball with abnormal force.

"Let's say hello if you meet someone you know." Feng Changtaro picked up the tennis ball that just flew to his feet, squeezed his thumb and index finger together, and Yu Guang also ran to the person outside the court following Nakahara Chuya's movements body.

Then he seemed to realize some serious problem, but his good-natured character prevented him from saying it outright in public, "But... when did Bingdi allow non-school personnel to enter?" It was still so grandiose.

Nakahara Nakaya's body trembled slightly, and his thick eyelashes slapped up and down a few times, before he realized that he was still warming up Ninja Yushi, and then pointed out urgently, signaling him to pause in advance.

The boy's surprise and urgency bloomed on his face, and Zhongyuan Zhong didn't even wait for the closed door to open, he propped up the surrounding iron fence with one hand and climbed over, the zipper at the corner of his clothes hit the fence and made a loud "clang" .

So much so that Keigo Atobe, who was discussing the battle strategy with the supervisor, had to start to be distracted. He raised his raised eyelids, and his handsome cheeks became sharp because of the chill.

The Central Plains is also eager to know some information, such as the request made by Miss Chizi over there, the current arrangement of the port mafia, and what form the two of them should go back.

However, when he was in front of him, Chuya Nakahara could really see Osamu Dazai clearly.

There were many small wounds on the parts of his body that were not wrapped in bandages, some had healed, and some had just scabbed over. Although none of them were fatal, but according to the character of this dead mackerel who is afraid of pain, it is estimated...

Central Plains also gritted his teeth secretly, and the people in Mafia also slacked off, and the leader had so many wounds on his body.

However, when Nakahara Chuya's eyes shifted from Dazai Osamu's hands to his cheeks, he suddenly realized something, and after reacting from the initial surprise, his expression suddenly cooled down, "Why are you getting smaller? Is there anything else wrong?"

Although the temperament of the whole person has not changed, but the face is much more immature. The black-haired leader is now like a teenage middle school student. The height difference is shortened.

Zhongye, Zhongye, Zhongye!

Dazai Osamu was obsessively muttering in his heart, he didn't seem to have heard the concerned inquiry of the red-haired boy, and he hugged him into his arms at a speed that Zhong Yuanzhong didn't have time to react.

His powerful arms were wrapped around his waist like vines, as if he wanted to seal the person in his arms forever, Nakahara Chuya felt as if he was going to suffocate at that moment, his whole body was belonged to Osamu Dazai The breath wrapped up.

Zhong Yuanzhong had never felt such a domineering breath of dead mackerel, with a strong sense of heaviness, it took away his ability to think independently in an instant.

The black-haired leader is like facing a lost and found treasure. The layers of emotions in his kite eyes can swallow the person who is looking at him in the blink of an eye, and holding the red-haired leader in his arms is like embracing the whole world.

Osamu Dazai tilted his head slightly in a hugging posture, and spoke softly into Nakahara Chuya's ear, his low and sweet voice was full of gratitude, "Fortunately, you are fine."

Nakahara also felt a weight drop from his shoulders, Osamu Dazai dropped his chin on his shoulders, his tense body gradually relaxed, as if he had returned to the place where he felt most at ease.

Nakahara, who was covered in hairs because of this action, gradually let go of the hand that had grabbed his back clothes. Through the thin clothes, Nakahara could feel Dazai Osamu's beating heart like the rest of his life.

He resisted the desire to kick people away, ignored the feeling in his ears because Dazai Osamu's exhalation passed the electricity, and vaguely felt that Dazai Osamu needed comfort at this moment.

So he paused and patted the back of the black-haired leader hesitantly, "Did something happen to the port mafia?"

The little slug is really cute.

Osamu Dazai slowly raised his head, the real satisfaction in his arms made the turbulent emotions in his heart break through the barrier, and he couldn't hold back any more. His lips, which were paler than ordinary people's, trembled twice, and then gently landed on the On the soft hair on the top of the head of the ocher-haired cadre.

He clasped his fingers harder and harder, but the movement of his upper body was inaudible. He shrank back as if he had been scalded after a simple touch, but the smoothness and fullness released in his heart really couldn't deceive himself.

Where did the toad | toad come from?

Atobe Keigo thought to himself, because the veins on the back of his hand popped out because of anger, Nakahara couldn't see it, but he could clearly see the action of this person who came out of nowhere to take advantage of it.

In other words, this person deliberately only showed him this way, and the chill on Atobe Keigo's body was even worse. He stopped talking with the coach and walked towards the person who disturbed the order.

"What are you doing?"

Osamu Dazai recognized Keigo Atobe at the first glance, he deliberately prolonged his voice, and the lingering voice was unsurprisingly met with the eyes of two teenagers, but he didn't intend to stop at all, "Ch—also ——, don’t you want to introduce me?”

Atobe, right?I can't get mad at you!

A kid at this age should study honestly and do what he should do at this age.

I don't know why, but Zhongyuan, who is between the two people, also smells a strong smell of gunpowder, and there seems to be a flash of lightning. Osamu Dazai is uncomfortable as always, and the always gorgeous young master Atobe has a faint collapse suspicion.

In this tense atmosphere, Zhongyuan Zhong also pushed away the black-haired leader. It took only a short while. For some reason, his hair and mackerel got entangled with each other. life hurts.

"He's Dazai...uh..."

Nakahara also suddenly remembered that Keigo Atobe seemed to have a very bad impression of dead mackerel, which can be heard from the "old man" he said that day, and the age of Osamu Dazai that Atobe learned at the beginning was also the same as now It's wrong.

And Atobe was the first person to come into contact with him, and he also knew that he had a relationship with a dead mackerel when he came to this world...

Atobe Keigo frowned even deeper, but he didn't connect the younger Dazai Osamu with the Dazai Osamu on the phone, the age gap was too big, so he just pursed his lips and asked, "What's the relationship between him and Dazai Osamu? "

This person is not dressed in the same way, and he is definitely not a good person, and he has the same ability to kill people, very similar to that old man.

Atobe Keigo suddenly felt a dangerous feeling in his heart. The black-haired boy who was the same age as him in front of him broke the warm illusion just created at this moment, as if the outermost layer of camouflage had been stripped off, and he was silently talking to him. exudes warning.

Under the fragmented hair in front of the forehead, the black-haired boy who embraced Nakahara Chuya slowly turned his eyes to Atobe.

The side of his face was pressed against the ear of the ignorant red-haired boy. With the help of this posture that caused a blind spot in vision, he deliberately raised his eyelids lightly, as if he was treating an easy opponent that even the opponent called him. Not on the brat.

But... Atobe has never been frightened by others before, let alone this performance of treating the red-haired boy as his private property and not allowed to be touched by others, it really makes him very, no, happy, ah!

Atobe Keigo is no stranger to this kind of sight. At first, those old people in the Atobe chaebol looked at him like this, and then they made small moves overtly and secretly.

The expression on Atobe Keigo's face was dark and unclear, and the raised hair cast a shadow on the side of his face. He was silent for a while, obviously thinking about something.

Nakahara Chuya himself was a little guilty because of his deception. He met Keigo Atobe's inquiring eyes and said paradoxically, "You should be able to guess his identity."

Atobe Keigo's face was as ugly as if he had eaten a bitter melon, and red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple all took turns for a moment. He seemed to be in disbelief, and his tone was difficult, "Dazai Osamu's... son?!"

He thought, Damn it, Osamu Dazai, you perverted old man, you are really good!

Originally thought that Keigo Atobe would talk about his nephew, but the nature of his son is similar, Nakahara Nakahara nodded indiscriminately, but he didn't pay much attention to it. In the few times we get along, it is better not to have unreasonable conflicts .

Atobe: Damn you, Dazai Osamu, get out of here, perverted scumbag, this son is not a good thing either!

Dazai:? ? ? ? ?