When Dazai came to the magic place

Dazai hates the so-called kindness, it makes his skin crawl.

"Can you, stay away from me...?"

The familiar voice came intermittently from the young man, and his words were difficult and vague.

Xia Youjie's answer to this was unwavering.

"You come down first and then talk!"

Dazai really wanted to curl his lips, but the hanging posture made him unable to perform such difficult movements. His gradually weakened hands groped upwards along the rope. He didn't know where he fiddled, and the whole person fell from the branch.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Holding his neck with red strangle marks, the young man choked up tears, and his bruised face from insufficient blood supply gradually recovered. Xia Youjie just took a step forward, but Dazai hurriedly took two steps back, waving his hands with his eyes wide open.

"No, no, Mr. Xia You, please stay away from me."

……

Ever since he got his favorite book, Dazai's behavior has gradually become elusive. Every day he gets up and knocks on the door but there is no one there, but he appears at the classroom door on time during class, appearing like a ghost.

All kinds of wild guesses were maintained until after Xia Youjie and Gojo Satoru had a fight.

——They found Dazai in the infirmary.

Not long ago, I saw the elimination technique. The two dk who were keen to become stronger did not use the technique tacitly.

The process was hearty, but the result was horrible.

One piece of blue and one piece of purple is fine.

Relying on the reversal technique, Xia Youjie did not dodge or evade, and the attack was extremely ruthless, a big gash was cut from the corner of his eye to his cheek, if he hadn't turned his head in time, the attack might have landed on the temple, but now his head is still bursting faint.

And Gojo Satoru, who was fighting with him, was equally miserable——

Xia Youjie didn't dare to touch the weak spot near his eyes, so he had to fight with all his strength to hit his heart, with a large area and high damage.

Gojo Satoru didn't use spells, but he couldn't stop his natural six eyes. After the sunglasses were knocked out, he instinctively activated to look for the figure with Xia Youjie's spell power. In the end, he won, but the consumption was more than Xia Youjie's. Much bigger, the candy in the pocket is eaten up during the fight.

Supporting each other, the two stumbled to the vicinity of the infirmary. Gojo Wu closed his eyes and rested, and gave Xia Youjie all the authority to guide him.

And as soon as he opened the door, he bumped into Osamu Dazai who had just been fished out of the water.

Xia Youjie: "..."

Dazai Osamu: "..."

Dazai tied a knot as if nothing had happened, straightened his shirt sleeves, and greeted him first: "What a coincidence."

"It's no coincidence that we met in the infirmary." Xia Youjie complained, found another bed to put down his best friend, and sat on the glass seat by himself, twisting his sore shoulder joints.

He looked up and down, "How did you do this?"

It's no wonder that Xia Youjie had this question. Suddenly, Dazai was even more embarrassed than the two of them.

For example, if it looks from a distance, Xia Youjie is a delinquent boy who ran out of a fight scene, at most it can be regarded as a school violence drama, then Dazai is a survivor who has just been rescued from a disaster movie - the injuries on his body are obviously not Man-made disasters can be explained.

Dazai was silent for a while, and then he said unwillingly: "I failed."

Xia Youjie didn't understand, "What?"

Gojo Satoru opened his lower eyelids, closed them again, lazily mocking Goujie's stupidity in his heart.

Dazai carefully picked up the book on the table and opened it page by page to prevent the paper from sticking together due to being soaked. The cuff fabric of the clothes he just changed was soaked again. He shivered casually and said casually: "Suicide!" It failed!"

Thinking of something happy, Dazai suddenly smiled, and his iris-colored eyes showed dreamy anticipation.

His tone was flamboyant and proud: "I have already found the time and place, and I also have sleeping pills. If there is no accident, I will definitely die without pain in my sleep."

"but--"

The young cadre's expression suddenly collapsed, as if he didn't know what shocking words he had said, and he acted like a child who worked hard but didn't get the gift he deserved.

Regardless of whether the matter is reasonable or not, he protested on his own.

"But Huiyuan is here!"

"……what."

Xia Youjie breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, his shoulders slumped slightly, and he sat back, "Just as long as Huiyuan catches up."

Even if Dazai only briefly described it, the delicate Xia Youjie could immediately associate it in his mind: the deserted back mountain, the sleeping pill bottles scattered on the grass, and floating on the river, closing his eyes as if sleeping. juvenile.

"Next, as you can see, I failed again!"

Dazai shrugged his shoulders, and his tone returned to his original state. He picked up the folded gauze next to him.

There was no mirror in front of him, so he could only make random gestures on his cheeks, and muttered, "This is the fifth time Mr. Huiyuan has caught me. I'm so disgusted... Tomorrow, I will change to a new place."

Xia Youjie stood up and helped him paste it.

Dazai was stunned for a moment, and then with some mentality, he closed his eyes obediently and raised his head, his bandaged neck drew a graceful and smooth arc in the air, revealing the gloomy and beautiful face hidden under the overly long bangs .

"It's troublesome~"

The white gauze covered the wound cut by the stone, and the wet black hair slid down the water droplets, dripping on the back of Xia Youjie's hand.

a little cold.

While sighing, he found a towel and covered Dazai's hair to wipe it.

Xia Youjie was looking for something to say, and kept moving his hands, chatting for a while: "No wonder, these days, whenever Huiyuan sees me, he always likes to beat around the bush and ask me some strange questions."

What about "Does the senior's classmates have any special hobbies", "Is it going to be okay if this continues?"... Xia Youjie once thought that Huiyuan was talking about Gojo Satoru.

Liuyan's intake of sugar is indeed unreasonable, and people who don't know it doubt whether he will die suddenly one day.

Xia Youjie promised "I will control him a bit", and then took time out to fight Gojo Satoru, but he never thought that the person Huiyuan was referring to was Dazai.

"Dazai, your hobby—"

When talking about this, Xia Youjie paused.

It can be seen that the black-haired student is trying his best to resist this title from body to heart, from the inside to the outside. To be precise, if he didn't want to be more euphemistic, he would have changed the word "hobby" to "bad habit" long ago up.

He picked it up as if nothing had happened: "How did you develop it?"

Regardless of the wiping from the top of his scalp, Dazai squinted his eyes comfortably like a black cat lazily basking in the sun.

As long as Dazai wants to, he can control himself to remain in a state of non-vigilance. He looks non-aggressive overall, but his right hand is resting on his waist as if casually, "Naturally!"

"Ah, yes, I understand~"

Dazai seemed to suddenly think of something, stood up slightly, and interrupted before the other party spoke: "Is Jie afraid that I will die?"

Xia Youjie was about to answer no, but felt something was wrong.

Isn't this looking forward to the success of others' suicide?

He thought over and over again, if he specifically described what he was worried about, wouldn't it be that he hoped that Dazai would survive, so he simply nodded and said, "Almost."

Xia Youjie didn't realize that since he admitted and nodded, the topic has completely changed.

——He wanted to guide Dazai to tell the reason and prescribe the right medicine, which had been broken.

Dazai tilted his head, took off the water-absorbing towel on his head, and sighed sadly, "Don't worry, although I don't want to admit it, after all these years, I've become an experienced suicide expert~ "

He added: "The kind that can't die easily."

Either active or passive.

When he was an accomplice with Mr. Mori at the beginning, Dazai's status was not that high, and his protection level was not strict. One time, a bomb/bomb sent by the enemy got mixed in without knowing it.

Dazai deliberately stayed where he was waiting to die, but was rescued by Mr. Mori who needed to provide a witness.

In addition, he also attempted suicide by swallowing poison.

The final outcome was almost the same. Dazai prepared well, adjusted his posture, and lay peacefully on the sofa in the office. With a premonition, Miss Ozaki broke in, pulled out her umbrella sword, and pressed him to the medical department for gastric lavage.

For the next week, Dazai couldn't even eat the delicious crab.

He suddenly felt what kind of life he had before, and now he was surrounded by Hui Yuanxiong, crying miserably, "Jie, my life was really miserable before."

Gojo Satoru was lying on the bed next door, unable to bear it any longer. Didn't anyone pay attention to his injuries?It’s okay to give him two pieces of candy!

He closed his eyes and sent text messages to Jia Ruozi.

The female classmate who came back from smoking smelled of tobacco, opened the door with a cold face, and beat up two classmates who had messed up the medical room.

……

"Xia Youjun, can you stay away from me?"

Dazai Sheng Wukelian rubbed his neck, trying to force the other party back with his indifferent address and attitude, but who is Xia Youjie?He was a problem student who was hugged and beaten by the young master of the Wutiao family when he just started school.

Little things can't make him flinch.

Xia Youjie's fox eyes were bent, and he smiled gently and kindly, "Wu went to train Huiyuan and Qihai. I have nothing to do. I can follow you all day." He even found a suitable reason, "By the way Watch suicide."

Dazai was silent for a while.

Then, in a trancelike tone, "Only then do I miss violent slugs so much."

Xia Youjie frowned in confusion.

Dazai felt that he had been too obedient recently—in various senses, it would be fine if there was no minefield dance, and he was restrained even by committing suicide a few times. Thinking about it this way, it must be the reason why they haven't gotten used to it yet.

"Jie," Dazai resumed his previous address, bouncing forward a few steps, and said sweetly on purpose: "Your eyes are so small, are you sure you can keep up with me?"

Xia Youjie smiled and squeezed out each word with a biting tone: "Don't worry, at least I can apply to Teacher Ye Moth to use the fourth-level spell spirit, and put a little in every place. Where do you go when the time comes, I, Du, Qing, Chu."

Dazai fell silent for a moment.

After a while, he muttered unwillingly: "I don't believe you have collected so many level four, you have to swallow them, that kind of thing—" He showed a disgusted expression, "That kind of black magic spirit The ball is not a good thing at first sight."

Xia Youjie's heart started beating wildly, he restrained his unconscious and disordered breathing, and said calmly, "How do you say?"

Dazai's expression was indifferent, and at that moment it was extremely cold, like a deep and unpredictable deep sea, which made Xia Youjie's hairs stand on end, and the alarm bells in his heart rang.

He said calmly and without emotion: "Your sense of taste must also be affected."

"...!"

Xia Youjie looked up in shock.