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Before checking out, Gojo Satoru and Dazai Osamu sat in the hotel restaurant and had lunch leisurely.

"Speaking of it." Wujo Wu took a bite of a small pudding, the sweetness|exploded|exploded in the taste buds, and the brain dutifully|secreted|secreted|dopamine, which made him so happy that he just got a little boyfriend, and his mood was even higher: "I Dear little boyfriend, why are you going to Tenman Shrine today?"

Osamu Dazai glanced at him, this man really didn't hide the fact that he had someone to follow him.

The tip of his tongue rolled away the lamb chop sauce left on his lips, and he said, "Let's file a complaint with your ancestor."

"Very good! My ancestor is your ancestor. If I make you angry, you are welcome to sue." Gojo Satoru pushed down his sunglasses with a smile: "However, I still prefer my little boyfriend to directly lose his temper at me."

The cat with fried hair is flailing its teeth and waving its claws to hammer him. Just by imagining it, the world becomes cute.

Osamu Dazai grinned his teeth and let out a loud "Hey": "One mouthful of a little boyfriend, so disgusting."

"Tsk tsk." Gojo Satoru said "you don't understand": "If you don't call it that, who knows that we are dating? Just let everyone know!"

Osamu Dazai: "Hehe." The lamb chops suddenly became stale.

He went to Tenman Shrine, of course, not to sue, but because Yato lived there, he went to pay the reward he had been urged for a long time, and by the way, he decided on the next cooperation.

——Looking for Lord Tianyuan.

Thinking of this, Osamu Dazai couldn't help sighing: Yato Kami is really cheap and easy to use.

Lunch time is over, it's time to go back.

but……

Gojo Satoru didn't take Dazai Osamu back to curse Gao, but led him back to his apartment in downtown Tokyo, which was full of his life atmosphere.

Standing in the apartment, Osamu Dazai couldn't regain his senses for a long time. He realized something, but he refused to admit it in his heart, pretending that he hadn't been surprised.

Unaware that the suddenly constricted iris pupils had completely betrayed his thoughts.

"Oh~ why is my little boyfriend in a daze?" Gojo Goto leaned against the door with his arms folded, his half-exposed blue eyes were smiling, and he was also a young man who was at a loss and didn't know himself.

Osamu Dazai didn't speak, just looked at him with puzzled eyes, as if looking at another creature different from him.

... a creature he would not understand until his death.

Seeing this, Gojo Satoru sighed softly while holding his forehead, and walked over with his long legs one step at a time.

One raised his face, the other lowered his head, their eyes met.

The floor-to-ceiling windows were right next to them, and the brown-red curtains on both sides were slightly shaken by the breeze that sneaked in.

The atmosphere is ambiguous|very ambiguous.

And Gojo Satoru's gaze on Dazai Osamu's face is clear and gentle, just like the warm sun born in spring, lingering but not at all charming.

After a long time, maybe not too long, Gojo Satoru stretched out his hands, cupping the boy's cheeks with his dry palms, his strength was gentle as if he was protecting a fragile dream.

"Don't you like it?" Staring at Yuanyan, Gojo Satoru asked, his voice was soft and soft, almost lost in the midsummer noise.

Do you not like it?

Don't like being treated with respect?

Don't you like it... Osamu Dazai tried his best to ignore his inner feelings, pretending that he was not half moved by Gojo Satoru's words.

He worked so hard, but he still couldn't avoid being absent-minded for a moment.

At that moment, his shattered soul seemed to have escaped from this wounded, exhausted body that was about to shatter.

It turned into a bird and flew high into the vast sky, fluttered its wings across the vast ocean, and stopped at the top of the valley to see the beauty of the world.

Perhaps it was because the sunlight that sneaked in at this moment was warm, Osamu Dazai felt his heart was hit hard, and he gradually lost weight and fell headfirst into those blue pupils.

then……

All illusions were crushed at this moment, and he drowned in the deep sea.

In those pupils, there are reflections of his past when he couldn't make a sound; those other people are laughing, but he can only guarantee that he will not cry out in his life.

Those who are wandering, timid, cowardly, chaotic, unbearable and dark.

—He is still him.

Snapped!

Dazai Osamu suddenly slapped the hand holding his cheek, used up all his expressions, and fled from those blue eyes: "There is nothing I like or dislike, and the curse is high."

Gojo Satoru blinked slyly, raised his lips and smiled lightly at the young man, saying in an indescribable romantic way: "Okay, the curse is high."

Destroying and rebuilding is not only applicable to certain things, it is also applicable to people.

He did it.

A gap was dug open in the boy's atrium, and fine golden awns penetrated in.

It's just... Excessive force, his little boyfriend refused to talk to him.

Back to Curse High.

Ye Mo Zhengdao urgently summoned the people's teacher, so urgent that Gojo Satoru didn't have time to settle down with a boyfriend.

"Enlightenment!" As soon as Wutiao Wu entered the door, he was immediately yelled at by Ye Mo Zhengdao.

Noctuid Zhengdao almost crushed the phone.

That's right, Gojo Satoru, who only updates desserts and takes selfies from the angle of a straight man, posted a "Visible to all" post an hour, 10 minutes ago.

[The first day of dating with my little boyfriend, I'm so happy~[Photo of Osamu Dazai's back.jpg]]

"You are really promising, Wu!"

Gojo Satoru spread his hands and said shamelessly, "This is true love invincible."

Ye Mo Zhengdao felt a strong suffocation, the kind of suffocation that would kill him if he didn't do it well, but he couldn't say anything, he couldn't stop people from being true!like!none!enemy!Bar! (gritting teeth).

"That kid..." Ye Mo Zhengdao felt that half of his face was twitching, and muttered in a low voice, "It's only two years away from turning 20."

"I know..." Gojo Satoru reacted, his face froze instantly with a smile on his face, he patted his thigh and said, "What are you thinking? Am I so inhuman?! It's only been two years, I can't afford to wait! "

Ye Mo Zhengdao couldn't explain what he said, and said to himself, "If you are a person, why don't you wait for two years to date in Guai Da?", but think about it or forget it, everyone is really invincible.

"As long as you know what's in your mind." Noctua raised his forehead rightly, "The day after tomorrow is the exchange meeting between the two schools. Is it time for the knotweed to show up? Be careful."

"Relax." Gojo Satoru pushed the round-frame sunglasses and grinned: "After all, it's my own territory."

That's all, after talking about it, Gojo Satoru happily ran to find his little boyfriend.

Ye Mozheng watched him go away like a big sand sculpture, sighed wildly with his hands on his forehead, and repeated "I'm really invincible" before resisting the urge to rush out and beat Gojo Wu violently.

As expected, Gojo Satoru did not find Osamu Dazai in his room.

Gojo Satoru knocked on the door next door, then pushed the door open and walked in.

Osamu Dazai didn't even give him a look. He sat on the single sofa, looked at the suicide|suicide|book with relish, and didn't look up until the light source was blocked. When he raised his head, his iris-colored eyes reflected The white-haired youth smiled recklessly on his lips.

"Principal Night Moth just told me that you still have two years to turn 20, and I can afford to wait, but... can I apply to kiss my little boyfriend now?"

Osamu Dazai withdrew his gaze, and was about to answer "It doesn't matter", when Gojo Satoru raised his hand to take off his sunglasses, and his hand was completely wrapped by a big palm.

Osamu Dazai was caught off guard by him, and fell into a clean and warm embrace in an unsteady figure, and a strange and hot breath rushed into his nostrils forcefully.

Plop, plop, plop--

Osamu Dazai was completely wrapped in his arms, with his ear pressed against Gojo Satoru's heart, and the powerful heartbeat beat against his eardrum.

Gojo Satoru rubbed his chin against the top of the boy's hair: "However, it's quite satisfying to hug like this."

Gojo Satoru said something contrary to what he actually did.

A clear mouth without any dirty|dirty|coloured softly landed on the corner of the young man's lips.

Dazai Osamu's heart was suddenly shrouded in spring | light.

The man said that just a hug was enough.

Even if you really don't say it personally, you are restrained.

...A fool, right?

This guy is indeed a creature that he can't understand until he dies.

The young man in Gojo Satoru's line of sight had his brows slightly wrinkled, his eyelashes drooping, and his tightly pursed lips were trembling.

It seems that in the face of things that run counter to their own cognition, they try to digest and try to analyze.

Gojo Wujo thought, did that 14-year-old boy silently and alone interpret and understand the laws of getting along in the dark society?

When facing some cognitions that deviate from your own understanding, do you also adapt silently like this?

...It was a staggering road, with no one accompanying the young man, only him struggling and suffering day and night.

Maybe there was howling and howling after nightfall?

However, there are iron walls in all directions, and who can hear the hoarse cries?

"I heard."

Osamu Dazai heard the white-haired young man say this, as if he had already understood it tacitly, and he knew it without asking.