As a background board, I want to pursue Dazai

I'm in the kitchen making my own Christmas recipe I saw on the Internet - bean paste bread in the shape of snowflakes.

I know my talent in baking very well. Even if I strictly follow the recipe, I will never go west if you tell me to go east. Although the things I make are still some distance from dark cuisine, they are not much better.I had to practice a few times ahead of time, lest I try to make a sweet treat that I wanted during the holidays and turn it over on the spot, which would not be beautiful.

My first attempt at making bread ended in failure—it didn’t look very good, the bean paste inside was crooked, the pattern was scattered, and it looked like a rag that had been wrung by hands.

...how to deal with it?

Just when I was worrying about whether to eat this appalling first product quietly, Dazai ran over from the living room following the scent.

"It smells so good." He said, "The room is so small, the aroma of the food dissipated immediately. I was patiently enduring the time to meet it in advance..."

I shrugged my shoulders, put the appalling failure on a plate and pushed it in front of him, saying: "It smells good is its only good point. The scene of the car accident may be more decent than its appearance."

Dazai tore off a piece of my failure with his hands.

He moved too fast, before I could stop him, I yelled: "It's very hot!"

"hiss--"

He quickly let go of his fingers, and the piece of soft bread fell to the center of the plate again, and his index finger and thumb turned red as expected.I had no choice but to take a piece of kitchen paper and wet it, and then help him wipe his hands.

"If you want to eat... you have to wait." I said, "Eating too hot food is not good for the esophagus and mouth."

"Oh." He said wearily.

While I was wiping his hands, he secretly pinched my hand twice.

Like a child, I thought.

I went to the cupboard and got a fork and took a small piece off and blew a little.

"If you really want to eat it, just take a small bite." I said, "After 10 minutes, let it cool down a bit before eating."

He poked his head out and bit off the small piece of bread in my hand, then pointed to the vaguely shaped bread on the plate and asked me: "What pattern did Yi Jun make?"

Due to my self-esteem, I couldn't say "this is a snowflake-shaped bread", so I turned to him and asked: "...what do you think it looks like?"

The shape of the snowflake is completely invisible, there are only a few ordinary water chestnuts, and the decorative lines of bean paste are uneven. Even I can't go against my conscience and say that it is a snowflake.

I thought, if Dazai said what this is, then I will admit it.

He blinked, and made a circle around the edge of the bread with his fingers, as if he was making a stroke of a children's drawing.

"...Could it be love?"

I opened my eyes and said nonsense: "Yes, it is love."

Dazai lifted up the plate and carefully looked at the pattern and the direction of the red bean paste on it. He rolled his eyes, and then came to a magical conclusion——

"So, Dou Sha originally wrote 'Love'?"

I am."

...I will write LOVE next time.

He tore up the bread and took another bite, then cupped his cheeks with a smile on his face, as if he was tasting the highest delicacy in the world. After his puffy cheeks finally collapsed, Dazai clearly compared his hands to the shape of a heart and placed them on the chest, and then made a throwing motion towards me.

He still sang cheerfully: "Love~ I got it~"

By the way, what kind of pop song is this whose lyrics he improvised?

Ten minutes later, he devoured the lousy bread in one bite.

Now that I've come here, I have to explain to you—we've started living together.

Strange to say, it was like I lost all my luck after that phone call.Desirable properties either have tenants as soon as you call them, or the landlord simply cannot be reached.

Adding up the royalties I received and other odds and ends, my financial situation wasn't as bad as I thought it would be.At least I can afford the rental needs of my ideal house, but considering Christmas gifts and New Year gifts, plus the expenses of adding things for the New Year, I feel tight again.

... After all, there is still no money.

I promised him to move in with him if the deal didn't work out, so when I was "dead end", he readily agreed.

However, Imai proposed to live with Sabito, and he told me that he still had other matters to deal with, and Saitu had no objection, and this was the first time we were separated.

Rewind time to this morning.

I took a few luggage and came to his door with him.

This is the second time I have come to the place where he lives, the place is not big, it is ok for single occupancy, but it is a bit crowded for double occupancy.When I entered the door, I was stunned for a while in the narrow entrance. The first time I came to his house, I saw blood in this position.

He looked at me without moving for a long time, and turned to look at me.

I pointed to the ground, where the toe of my shoe was pressing, and said, "Is it here?"

He immediately understood what I meant, and said, "It's here, I was really shocked...it looks almost the same as a murder scene."

"Let's pack our bags." He pulled me away from this place.

Gentleman Dazai lifted my suitcase in and put it in a spacious place. He asked me, "Can you open it?"

"sorry to bother you."

I told him the password, and soon the contents of the suitcase were presented to him.

"It's basically clothes." I said, "I also brought my laptop." I put the clothes on the tatami.

"There are very few winter clothes." Dazai said, "This is Yi Jun's first winter in this world..."

"So it costs a lot to buy new clothes." I sighed.

Then he asked, "Where do I put my clothes?"

He led me to the cabinet in the room and told me: "The previous owner of the room seems to have done a lot of remodeling, and the space for storing clothes has almost doubled." Above is the place for hanging clothes, and underneath are drawers, he said : "I don't have any clothes. The part in the middle is used as a boundary, and half of us are enough for each of us."

He was right, but I don't really have any clothes.

Dazai showed me his wardrobe, which can be said to be too monotonous.I thought I had entered a wholesale store, all shirts, vests and trousers, all of which were too simple to be called "style". However, in the deepest part of the closet, there was a black suit that was particularly conspicuous.

Sensing my gaze, he took out the suit inside, only then did I realize that the size didn't fit, it was a lot too small.

"It's old clothes from before, and it hasn't been worn for a long time." There was still a tie wrapped around it, Dazai took off the tie, and added: "Take it and throw it away next time, anyway, I won't wear it again."

Naturally curious about the only different garment in my wardrobe, I hold up the hem of the suit, and the material feels nice.Judging by the size, it should be an old dress worn several years ago. I asked casually, "Is it a formal suit that I bought specially for job hunting when I first entered society?"

"No, it's actually the other way around." He said, "It's clothes issued by a company I worked for before."

I'll take it easy, take the tie off, tie it flat, and ask, "...is it the Port Mafia?"

"Yeah." He responded, and was about to put the dress back, and said, "Let's throw it away.

"and many more."

I'm not interested in working in the Port Mafia...but I'm still curious about what Dazai would look like in a formal suit.

"Bow your head a little bit," I said, "Mr. Dazai is too tall."

"Eh? Alright, alright—" He bent down a little, and as soon as he reached a suitable distance, I put the tie around his neck. Following my action, Dazai's eyes widened——

"Is Yi Jun too bold—this kind of thing—"

"What kind of thing is this kind of thing?" I ignored his drama essence and continued with the action at hand.

I quickly removed the tie on his chest, tied the black tie upright for him, then turned the collar over again, adjusted the position of the tie, and looked at my masterpiece with satisfaction.

The youth's soft hair and the black tie complement each other perfectly, and the usual frivolous atmosphere seems to be firmly bound by this black tie.That's funny, it's just a tie, what would he look like in a black suit?

He pulled off his tie in an air, then clenched a fist to his lips, closed his eyes, coughed lightly, and made an exaggerated forward move like before a big man speaks.

"Your company's turnover suffered a huge loss in November, and the matter of financing from our bank...needs to be renegotiated..."

I laughed while tugging at his tie, and asked him, "Why are you playing the banker all of a sudden?"

"Take it lightly... Even the port mafia has formal business qualifications, and it's not surprising to get financing from the bank. When I was 17 years old, I met a bossy bank clerk, and the branch company showed The financial statements of the company are full of loopholes, but if you want to obtain hundreds of millions of yen in financing, you have to make the data look better... Ah... It's just that I catch up with these boring jobs."

"It seems that the banker made a great impression on you."

"The bureaucratic smell of capitalism?" he said.

Halfway through his speech, he loosened his tie as if thinking of something.

"I suddenly remembered that this tie seemed to be given to me by someone..." Dazai flipped the back of the tie, and there was a luxury brand name printed on the bottom.

He said: "...then don't lose this one, how about selling it?"

Me: "...no more."

And it doesn't look like it's worth it...

"Forget it then." He loosened his tie, and stuffed it into the corner of the cabinet to let it continue to eat ashes.

"Then again, if I put on a suit and tie... wouldn't I be an ordinary salaryman?"

I said: "I can't imagine Mr. Dazai living a nine-to-five life, occasionally working overtime, going to an izakaya with his colleagues after get off work for two or three rounds, and then returning home drunk..."

"Don't say it's you, I can't even imagine it myself." He re-tied the bow tie I just opened, "Sounds good."

I curiously asked in a low voice: "Where is it good?"

"It's good to go home drunk." Dazai said cheerfully.

I glanced at him, and began to add the voice-over: "After coming home drunk, take a hot shower, sleep comfortably... Is there anything else I can do?"

"It depends on the situation. For example, whether the person lives alone or lives with others. Then, what is the relationship between the person who lives with him and him? We will discuss according to different situations." He showed a slightly excited look, "It's like saying that the cohabitant is his elder, and he will definitely lead him by the collar and teach him a lesson, but this situation is too boring, or that this person is his lover, or his wife—"

"What will happen then?" I asked after careful consideration.

However, he waved his hand and said, "I don't know about that. After all, my character is an office worker who comes home drunk, not his opposite character."

Then, this topic ends here.

After I packed my things, I went to the kitchen to study cooking.

As a result, that night, we ran into the situation we were discussing.

He said that he would leave for a while at night, and I kept drinking tea, reading books, watching mobile phones, and watching TV on the tatami in the living room. When it was approaching midnight, I turned sleepy and fell asleep on the floor.I don't know how long it took before I was woken up in a daze. It was Dazai, who was about to carry me to the mattress in the bedroom.

I was rocking in his arms, unable to keep my eyes open.

"You're back."

"...Yi Jun?" He lowered his head and asked, "Have you been waiting for me?"

"Ah."

I smelled alcohol on him, very faint.I don't know what time it is now, maybe two or three o'clock.There was still moisture from the night dew on his clothes, and it was cold and slippery to the touch.

He helped me cover the quilt, and then lightly touched my forehead.

"...Next time, don't wait for me."

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