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After officially becoming a legal couple with Osamu Dazai, the first thing Gojo Satoru did was to resign from Minister Taneda as the head of the Magic Department, and at the same time recommended Xia Youjie as the new head of the Magic Department.

When asked the reason, Gojo Satoru said in a showy tone that can be heard with ears: "Well, of course it is to spend more time with my Aji."

The Minister of Farming was shown a miserable face.

But Wujo Satoru obviously didn't intend to let him go, and continued to show in the tone of "headache, helplessness, I can only pamper him".

"Tsk tsk, I can't help it. Aji is too clingy, he can't leave me for a minute. As a husband, I can only resign and become a househusband."

In short, he wants to be the man behind Ah Zhi!

The affectation of "compromising with tears for love" made the Minister of Farming almost utter admiration.

The Minister of Farming silently stamped Gojo Satoru's resignation application, then took off his glasses, frowned and pinched the bridge of his nose tiredly and said, "I will announce as soon as possible that Mr. Xia You is the new head of the Curse Department, now... "

Under Gojo Satoru's incomprehensible gaze, Minister Taneda stood up and opened the door of the office: "You, go out."

"Tsk, it's so ruthless." Although Gojo Satoru said so, in action, it was called "can't wait".

When he is willing to put it aside to chat with the bald old man?It would be nice to go back and make delicious meals, and then pick up my little husband home.

Little husband eats.

He eats|little husband.

Beautiful~

Minister of farming: "..." There is nothing to show off as a younger brother in this family, heh.

After returning to Yokohama, Gojo Satoru immediately performed his duties as a "househusband" and happily ran to the supermarket. He bought all kinds of fruits and vegetables, including canned crab meat that Osamu Dazai loved.

Serving the food on the table, Gojo Satoru drove to the Armed Detective Agency to invite | dear | dear | little husband home: "Aji~"

"Do you need to make an appointment for a psychiatric examination?" Osamu Dazai's goosebumps were aroused by the repeated voice, and he rolled his eyes at the man who was stupid for love.

He discovered that Gojo Satoru's behavior has become more and more reckless since he officially got married.What marriage is the tomb of love does not exist at all in Gojo Satoru.

... Is this the old man in love?Scared. Scared.

"Eh? That's too much..." Under the eyes of everyone, Gojo Satoru hugged Dazai Osamu aggrievedly for a while, others|sucking cats, he|sucking|his kiss|kiss|Aji: "Eight hours, 33 minutes and 48 seconds no See you, I miss you so much."

Everyone in the detective agency: "..."

Edogawa Ranpo, the absolute core of the detective agency, patted his forehead and regretted it. He shouldn't have pushed the cowards of their detective agency to Tokyo. Now he eats dog food every day until he is full. Can't eat anymore.

"I've decided!" Wujo Wu suddenly clenched his fist and raised his voice, "Starting tomorrow, I'll deliver lunch to Aji!"

Everyone in the detective agency: "..." What's the matter?Really don't give a way to live at all?

"Are you alright?" Osamu Dazai reached the limit of his patience, and his slightly narrowed kite eyes glanced at the past lightly with murderous aura.

"Yes!" Gojo Satoru pushed on his sunglasses and said with a smile to my dear little husband, the words that are tempting | tempting |: "It's time to get off work."

Oh open!

If you are not active after get off work, you have a problem with your head!

Osamu Dazai blinked, and immediately became amiable, grabbed his coat with one hand, and walked out with Gojo Satoru's hand in the other, leaving a cheerful sentence: "See you tomorrow everyone~"

"..."

Everyone in the detective agency peeped at each other, and saw the same inexplicable words in each other's eyes. They talked about each other, and didn't want to have a goodbye. Seeing each other again is a consideration.

Downstairs of the detective agency, Osamu Dazai immediately activated the skill of "changing faces faster than turning pages" after getting in the car.

The husband and wife held each other's cheeks and kissed each other in the seductive night.

Each other's |tongue|tip|is numb|crisp for a while, and the tongue|root is sour, but they have no intention of ending this long-lasting kiss|mouth.

Oral fluid|beginning|secretion|secretion|sweet and greasy.

After a mouthful, both of them were a little out of breath.

"Oh, it's too much, I don't know who looked disgusted just now—" Gojo Satoru said with a smile.

Osamu Dazai shrugged: "I'm sorry, I'm more shameless."

"Oh? Shame—" Gojo Satoru dragged his voice, leaned towards the passenger seat, and easily wrapped the black-haired youth in the seat with his arm, and lightly touched it with the other hand: " I like the reaction."

The low voice seemed to spurt out sparks, and the hot air hit Osamu Dazai's cheeks, which immediately turned crimson.

The moment he was touched, Osamu Dazai instinctively raised his leg to block it, and his kite-colored eyes |invaded| looked over the mist: "Oh, my husband is not too presumptuous? Hmm?"

Gojo Satoru said "tsk" indifferently: "Then may I ask, doesn't my husband like it? Obviously super-feeling!"

Osamu Dazai twitched the corner of his mouth, and cast a cold glance: "Brain supplementation is a disease, and the psychiatry department welcomes you."

"Pfft—" Wujo Wu laughed, okay, okay, I have to allow my little husband to be duplicity occasionally.

Thinking of this, Gojo Satoru raised his hand and flicked Dazai Osamu's bangs.

In the past, he thought that for an existence as shrewd as Osamu Dazai who had penetrated the human heart prematurely, his feelings were like magma churning under the glacier. tenderness, now...

Gojo Satoru stared intently at those iris-colored eyes, and now these eyes, which had been completely |infected|infected by despair, could reflect himself well even in the dark of night.

... He is already very satisfied, and he can no longer be greedy and extravagant for more.

but……

Gojo Satoru provoked a smirk, leaned close to Osamu Dazai's ear, sucked his earlobe, and said softly in a low voice: "You know? If it wasn't that Aji was emotional enough every time, it would be difficult for me to get in oh."

? !What kind of tiger|wolf|word is this? !

Osamu Dazai's eyes widened instantly in horror: "Why do you have a long mouth?!"

"Why do you need to ask?" Gojo Satoru started the car: "Of course I only grow my mouth to |kis|you and satisfy|satisfy you, otherwise why would I want my mouth?"

Osamu Dazai choked speechlessly: "..." In terms of shamelessness, he lost :)

"By the way, the detective agency seems to be very busy in recent days." Gojo Satoru frowned and asked, "Did something happen?"

"No." Osamu Dazai pouted: "Everyone in the detective agency accepted my commission."

"Huh? What entrustment?" Gojo Satoru was a little unhappy. Shouldn't he ask his husband for help when he has difficulties? !

"The favor owed to Yato has to be repaid." Osamu Dazai said, "Before Yato, he was a wandering god. Even if there is a shrine now, it won't be very useful if no one worships it. So, well, I made up a paragraph about "God of Yato" History, I plan to ask the Minister of Farming to help put the content into the textbook."

This is not a simple matter. Everyone in the detective agency is helping to polish it, trying to make the false history more logical and more real. Only in this way can the "Night Fighting God" who entered the textbook get tangible benefits.

"That's it." Gojo Satoru smiled, terror is not just for repaying favors, right?Basically, I sincerely hope that Yato can completely get rid of the predicament.

Osamu Dazai, who used to be unmoved and watched the world with cold eyes, has finally become more humane now.

Osamu Dazai glanced at the driver's seat from the corner of his eye, and was immediately disgusted by Gojo Gojo's smile. He bared his teeth and said, "Hey! It really is a |hard|bongbang old man, his smile is so disgusting."

Hearing this, Gojo Satoru immediately put on a heartbroken look, as if he was about to cry in the next second.

Osamu Dazai's face was full of indescribable words, that's it?It's all the rest of his play, okay?

Well, seeing that my little husband was unmoved, Gojo Satoru didn't pretend anymore: "Now that I said it, I remembered that Mr. Oda still entrusted Natsume boy to meet Ango Sakaguchi."

Although he had passed the "dream" back to Ango Sakaguchi according to Sakunosuke Oda's request, he put aside the matter of helping Natsume Takashi to ask Ango Sakaguchi.

One is that there is no time before, and the other is...

Gojo Satoru looked at the black-haired youth.

Osamu Dazai lowered his eyelashes lightly. After the dream woven by Gojo Satoru, he and Ango barely reconciled on a certain level, but...

At this moment, his nerves were still seduced by Wutiao Wu's words, his chest seemed to be squeezed by the weight of a thousand pieces of gold, and he curled up his fingers unconsciously due to the discomfort.

Seeing his reaction, Gojo Satoru tapped the steering wheel a few times, and he said, "If you don't like it..."

"That's Odasaku's wish, right?" Osamu Dazai turned his face to look at the flashing neon lights outside the car window: "Then do it according to Odasaku's idea, I'm fine."

Gojo Satoru was silent for a while, taking advantage of the red light, stretched out his hand over|stroking|stroking|stroking|stroking| Dazai Osamu's hair, giving silent |stroll|comfort.

Natsume Takashi finally received a call from Gojo Satoru, informing him that he had made an appointment with Mr. Sakaguchi Ango.

It just happened to catch up with the three consecutive holidays, and Natsume Takashi, who had been worried about the appointment with Oda Sakunosuke, readily attended the appointment.

"Mr. Gojo." After leaving the station, Natsume Takashi saw a tall man waiting not far away.

"Hmm~" Gojo Satoru pushed his sunglasses: "I forgot to mention it on the phone yesterday. Ango Sakaguchi only has time after nightfall. After all, he is a civil servant."

"Is that so?" Natsume Takashi hesitated a bit, and when he left home, he told Aunt Toko that he would be home in the afternoon.

"I can ask your guardian for leave." Gojo Satoru said, "It's late anyway, why don't you just stay in Yokohama for one night? I didn't make it clear, I will pay for the travel expenses."

Natsume Takashi thought for a moment, then nodded: "Okay, for the travel expenses, I..."

"No problem, I'll come out!" Wujo Wu waved his big hand, and settled down directly in his own way.

Natsume Takashi: "..." He really regretted not bringing Mr. Kitty, at least there was fluffy to rua when he was speechless.

Xu was worried that his company would put unnecessary pressure on Natsume Takashi, and Gojo Satoru entrusted Tanizaki Junichiro and his sister to accompany Natsume Takashi to visit Yokohama.

He didn't pick up people until the appointed time arrived, and when he was about to arrive at the destination, he asked, "Did Mr. Oda entrust you to convey something to Ango Sakaguchi?"

"Eh?" Natsume Takashi blinked: "No, Mr. Oda just hopes that I can represent him to meet that Mr. Sakaguchi."

"Is that so?" Gojo Satoru stopped the car firmly: "Get out of the car, young Natsume."

Natsume Takashi got out of the car, and the soft smile on his face froze for a moment: "Mr. Emmm Gojo should know that I'm a minor, right?"

"Of course." Wujo Satoru said with a smile: "I used to be a teacher, and I taught many excellent students. Natsume is not an adult yet, so I can tell."

"Ah, so..." Natsume Takashi looked at Gojo Satoru, then at the signboard: "This looks like a bar?"

Lupine——

This is indeed a bar, a bar that carries the memories of three friends.

"Okay." Gojo Satoru walked behind Natsume Takashi, and pushed the young man inside: "Don't worry, I will keep the matter of Natsume's youth coming to the bar like|bad|badly as a secret."

"Ah? Well, yes, thank you very much..." Natsume Takashi couldn't help pressing his temple after realizing it, what's going on?Why was it suddenly misunderstood that he learned|bad|active|came to the bar?In the end what happened?

After entering the bar, Gojo Satoru saw two former friends sitting in front of the bar, with a seat between them, silent as if silently missing something.

Gojo Satoru blinked his half-exposed blue pupils, thought for a while, ordered a glass of orange juice for young Natsume Takashi, and directed them to sit in the vacant seat between the two of them, and sat down on Dazai Osamu's right.

"Natsume-kun, right? Hello, I'm Yasugo Sakaguchi." He pushed his glasses unnaturally: "Mr. Odasaku, he... asked you to tell me something?"

"Hello, Mr. Sakaguchi, I am Takashi Natsume, and I am here on behalf of Mr. Sakunosuke Oda." Takashi Natsume said: "Mr. Oda didn't ask me to bring you a message, but I just hope that I can meet you on his behalf .”

"...Is that so?" Ango Sakaguchi felt lost for a moment, and then he thought he understood. It's not that he had nothing to say, but he didn't know where to start, so he asked this young man to replace him, and let the little party who was alone complete...

Natsume Takashi noticed the momentary disappointment of Ango Sakaguchi, and he said cautiously: "Although Mr. Oda didn't ask me to bring a message to Mr. Sakaguchi, when Mr. Oda mentioned you and Mr. Dazai, his expression was exactly the same. miss."

Ango Sakaguchi nodded silently: "Dazai."

He called that name, just a name, and there was no other words.

There is no need to say anything, Sakaguchi Ango thought, Dazai must understand Mr. Odasaku's intentions, even though in that unimaginable "dream", they can be regarded as a three-person reunion.

Under the smiling eyes of those blue eyes, Osamu Dazai raised his old wine glass and tried to raise his voice: "Come on, let's drink!"

Ango Sakaguchi smiled: "Cheers for what?"

Osamu Dazai blinked: "For... us who are gathered here."

Natsume Takashi looked left and right, at this moment, he suddenly understood Mr. Oda's intentions like these two, he also raised his glass, and imitated their appearance and drank the orange juice in one gulp.

boom!

Osamu Dazai put the wine glass on the bar counter, he got up, and left Lupin without saying a word, which carried the place where he was rarely illuminated by the dim light.

...If time goes back, I will still bring you to this bar with Oda Saku as before to sneak out.

...Even though we were not the same in the past, I am still deeply grateful that we met and became friends.

Gojo Satoru also stood up. He looked at Natsume Takashi, and then turned his gaze to Sakaguchi Ango. The latter nodded knowingly, and said with his mouth: I will take care of this young man, go after Dazai.

"Why?" Osamu Dazai was full of doubts. The man caught up with him and didn't say a word, just stood there and looked up at the sky, not knowing what was going on.

"I'm making a wish." Gojo Satoru shifted his gaze from staring at the night sky to Dazai Osamu, with a faint smile in his blue eyes: "I wish that my Aji would smile sincerely in the next second."

Osamu Dazai's face was blank for a moment, and then returned to normal in a moment. After a moment of silence, he sighed: "It may be because he is born pessimistic. In my eyes, all happiness is something that will be broken in a second."

Gojo Satoru was a little dazed.

"Since we are already husband and wife, I am willing to make some changes, so..." Dazai Osamu closed his eyes and looked away, "Don't blindly waste your patience to tolerate me."

Osamu Dazai finally opened|let go of the most cowardly part of his heart, like a cat showing a soft|soft|soft belly, cautious and full of expectation.

——Gojo Satoru is such a good person, the good ones are unreal, and the good ones make him feel scared...

Gojo Satoru is persistent and pure.

In Wujo Satoru, he saw something called "eternity", because of this "eternity", he chose to believe and accept this strong love that could burn|burn|burn him to death.

At the same time feel deeply afraid.

Is this mine?

Is this something I can have?

Is such happiness allowed?

... Do I deserve it?

"I……"

The unfinished words were blocked in the throat by |lips|tongue|.

This is an extremely pure mouth without any |desire|thoughts.

Gojo Satoru leaned against Osamu Dazai's forehead, took off his sunglasses and showed his blue eyes completely, depicting the eyebrows that were close at hand.

The warmth in his eyes was like a tide, warming Dazai Osamu's cold limbs in an instant.

Words are no longer needed.

At this moment, Osamu Dazai can be sure.

He finally ushered in the sunshine that melted the ice and snow, the sunshine that belonged to him alone.