Miss Tsushima

Osamu Dazai's shadow was stretched long and dusty on the ground.

Tsushima Hiiragi's gaze fell gently on Osamu Dazai behind the telegraph pole.

Osamu Dazai didn't know how long he had been waiting here, the sunlight gradually faded, and the bright and light vermilion and light purple rays intertwined, giving these cold gray tall steel giants and earthen walls a life and luster.

Like a silent giant, guarding in front of Dazai, most of his body was covered by the telephone pole, and half of his head was exposed, looking at Tsushima Hiiragi eagerly, like a stray cat, full of vigilance but hopeful to be petted.

The pupils of the eyes with the iris-colored light were also lit up by the rays of the sun, and there were floating clouds one after another.

Tsushima Hiiragi stepped forward and took his hand, without saying a word, gently patted his head, and led him home.

I thought I would never see the child again.

After all, he, like her, is a cowardly coward.

Osamu Dazai would dodge subconsciously when encountering a similar existence, and Tsushima Hiiragi would never chase after him.

Stars could be seen faintly in the sunset, and dragonflies flew low. Tsushima Hiiragi felt the bandaged hands tightly clasping hers, and his thoughts were deserted. He didn't know what it was for. Come to her side.

However, since it's here, it's already here...

Tsushima Hiiragi no longer uses speculation and calculations to measure this relationship. Seeing the ending is the most fearful thing for smart and timid people. Just let the situation develop and let it happen whatever the ending is.

Probably, the child Dazai thought the same way, Tsushima Hiiragi turned his head to look at Dazai who was walking beside him, holding her tightly.

It seems that compared to the first time we met, he has grown a lot taller. The eye exposed outside the bandage fell heavily on the ground. He seems to be suppressing his desire to escape all the time, and the corner of his mouth is pursed. tightly.

Afraid of getting hurt?Already faintly feel her essence?

Tsushima Hiiragi smiled with love and affection in his heart.

Don't be afraid, the person who loves Osamu Dazai the most in this world is her, Tsushima Hiiragi.

Because she is a coward by nature.

A coward who will only retreat passively when things happen, and is afraid of pain.

When you give affection, there is the possibility of being hurt, and they are similarly afraid of hurt and pain.

An avoidant who loves only himself and never gets hurt.

Tsushima Hiiragi took out the key and opened the door, made a "please" gesture with a smile, and led Dazai Osamu into the bungalow planted with peach blossoms and hydrangeas.

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Osamu Dazai has become a frequent visitor to Ms. Tsushima's house again. His gray plush rabbit slippers and the same water glass as Tsushima Hiiragi will be kept in the entrance. His black coat is hung in the closet, because this child is very good at breaking things. So the exact same clothes were neatly hung in a row.

Tsushima Hiiragi doesn't need food at all times, and he hates eating at the same table with others.

In her childhood memories, the long dining table, the gazes of everyone, the endless discussions on the table, the uneasiness and embarrassment of having nothing to do with herself all made her hate eating. No matter how delicious the food was, it tasted like nothing to her. It took a few drinks to ease her up.

After becoming a heroic spirit, she no longer needs food, she would rather let Lixiang replenish her magic.

Therefore, the kitchen of this house has never been used. After Dazai came here often, he has used it to make such devilish dishes as seaweed cream chicken bibimbap, milk and soy sauce cooking.

However, if he likes to eat, he can do as he pleases, and declined Dazai's invitation to enjoy the meal he cooked together, and Miss Tsushima watched Dazai eat the meal he cooked with a tolerant expression.

Having one more person in your life can change a lot.

But the most notable change is that a regular medicine cabinet at home is no longer enough.

Tsushima Hiiragi and Dazai Osamu are both professional users of "accidental injury", and the consumption of bandages is huge. Tsushima Hiiragi has been upgraded to become a super VIP user of the pharmacy.

Whenever the pharmacy owner looked suspiciously and bought a lot of Tsushima Hiiragi, she would rather go to a few more shops and buy them scattered.

The milk ordered every day was finally settled again. Last time, Ms. Michiko the cat secretly drank milk while she was not at home. She was lactose intolerant and had diarrhea, so she was sent to the pet hospital for several days of intravenous drip.

It's all right now, as soon as the milkman delivered the milk, Tsushima Hiiragi immediately went downstairs to get it, urged Dazai Osamu to drink it, and let Miss Michiko anxiously circle around, meowing.

Michiko is still very upset when she sees Osamu Dazai. When Dazai walks by, she rubs his claws with his trouser legs, and when she sits down, she rubs his claws with his arm. Fortunately, Osamu Dazai always wears a tight bandage, but never Get scratched by it.

"Why does Miss Michiko hate me so much?"

Michiko hung on Dazai's trouser legs with a grin, using him as a cat climbing frame to climb up. Dazai waved his arm, and the cat dangled on his arm.Tsushima Hiiragi rushed to the manuscript without raising his head, and replied casually: "How could she hate you? She likes you the most."

Dazai Osamu was dissatisfied with Tsushima Hiiragi's indifference, so he picked up the struggling and angry meowing fat tabby cat and stuck it on Tsushima Hiiragi's back.

Tsushima Hiiragi had no choice but to stop writing and stroked the cat's back. Michiko limp on Tsushima Hiiragi's body as if she had sucked catnip, and let her rub her hot belly.

His shoulders sank, Osamu Dazai pushed up from behind, resting his pointed chin on Hiiragi Tsushima's shoulder, and rubbed against it in dissatisfaction.

His eyelashes drooped, and his long eyelashes brushed Tsushima Hiiragi's side face. Tsushima Hiiragi turned his head subconsciously, the pupils of his eyes sparkling like water, and he put his arm through Tsushima Hiiragi's armpit. However, he pulled aside the enjoying cat paw with a blank face.

"?" The sleepy cat landed on the floor in a daze, and saw that the place that was supposed to belong to it was occupied by shameless humans.

Osamu Dazai boldly occupied the position on Tsushima Hiiragi's knee, adjusted the position, and closed his eyes comfortably.

Tsushima Hiiragi stroked his slightly curly black hair.

"Meow~"

Michiko exploded, and the fat raccoon cat sat on Dazai Osamu's face like Tarzan, trying to use his own weight to drive away the human being who was competing with him. Dazai struggled hard and pushed away the fat orange cat's big face, One person and one cat are fighting openly and secretly, and no one is willing to give up this position.

Tsushima Hiiragi watched their childish behavior dumbfounded, and tapped his forehead with a pen helplessly.

She is in a hurry.

She first stretched out her hand and scratched Michiko's chin, smoothed the fur of the angry cat, then grabbed Osamu Dazai's troublesome hand who was trying to provoke Michiko, and squeezed his fingers in warning.

Tsushima Hiiragi patted the cat's head intermittently, and after a while it closed its eyes again and started snoring.

When the cat fell asleep, Tsushima Hiiragi finally heaved a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to continue writing, he found a accusing gaze staring at him closely.

Osamu Dazai looked at her with an aggrieved expression.

Tsushima Hiiragi couldn't help it, so he had to stretch out another hand, gently touched the top of his head with the way of touching a cat, and patted his back lightly.

Maybe it was because her technique was too good, or maybe it was because the lazy sunlight outside the window was too comfortable, Osamu Dazai also closed his eyes after a while.

Finally everything was quiet, Michiko put the cat's paw on the arm of Dazai Osamu who she hated the most, her belly rising and falling, Dazai Osamu gently closed his eyes, his long eyelashes cast shadows on his face, and he breathed lightly.

To be able to sleep in a ball, Tsushima Hiiragi smiled helplessly, picked up the pen again, and unscrewed the cap.

The tip of the pen stayed on the paper for an inch, and it froze for a long time. Tsushima Hiiragi hesitated for a long time and did not write.

What was she trying to write just now?

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On a sunny afternoon, there are cotton candy-like clouds floating in the sky, and the air is warm but cool with a cool wind, not stuffy. This kind of weather is most suitable for staying at home and taking a nap.

Osamu Dazai stayed at Tsushima Hiiragi's house and was lazy again.

As long as he can sneak out, he will run to Tsushima Hiiragi's house to hide. It is absolutely impossible to let him go to work in such an afternoon. His boss can tolerate him, which can be called a good temper up.

However, Tsushima Hiiragi is the same type of lazy as he is, and he is very supportive of his behavior.

"Didn't it mean that your boss has arranged a new partner for you? You can just have a partner to solve the work and so on."

Tsushima Hiiragi was very confident. She used to have the experience of dictating by herself and asking the editor to write for her. When she was lazy, she didn't even want to take a pen.

Dazai laughed, "Isn't it pitiful for someone to work double jobs?"

Tsushima Hiiragi didn't care, "Your own feeling is more important than others."

Dazai smiled even more happily, he stretched out his hand and nodded, as if pointing at someone in the void, "Compared to others..."

"Or am I more important?"

He stretched out his hand and patted his cheek, and tilted his head to look at Tsushima Hiiragi expectantly.

"Of course."

Tsushima Hiiragi could hear that he must have meant something, but she didn't bother to guess, there were many twists and turns in his heart, and this answer was what he wanted.

In this world, the most important thing to her is Osamu Dazai.

They are like two branches of the same tree, with the same flowers, but there are subtle differences only because of the external temperature environment.

They are a familiar temperature, a similar brain, flowing under a thin layer of skin, a similar dark red, beating, and a heartbeat with the same beat.

Even souls are originally breathing together.