Miss Tsushima

The car was driving smoothly, and there were three people sitting in the car, Dazai Osamu, Tsushima Hiiragi, and the driver, but no one spoke.

The driver glanced back quietly. The two people sitting in the back seat didn't speak. He naturally didn't dare to make a sound. He murmured in his heart that the atmosphere was so quiet and weird.

He didn't dare to guess what the situation was. He didn't have the life or the guts to speculate about the 'port mafia? The party's youngest cadre'. He concentrated on holding the steering wheel.

In the back seat, Tsushima Hiiragi and Dazai Osamu were sitting quietly.

This is a large car that can seat six people, but now there are only two people in it, and there is a lot of space left. After Dazai got in the car, he naturally sat down close to Tsushima Hiiragi.

It took more than ten hours of flying from abroad to return to Yokohama in the shortest possible time. On the plane, Osamu Dazai relied on his extraordinary brainpower to study the data in more than a dozen USB flash drives with high concentration. , After landing, I didn't care about the fatigue of continuous running, and quickly returned to Yokohama.

The Enoshima threat is finally resolved.

but.

Osamu Dazai put his hands on his knees, staring at his fingertips in a daze, to the side of the good guy?

How can one be considered a good person?He is incomprehensible, out of the mafia? Party?Live a normal life?

He moved his fingers on his knees.

Tsushima Hiiragi leaned her head on the car window. This kind of bulletproof and anti-peeping glass can clearly look out from the inside. The scenery outside the window gradually changed from lush forests to tall buildings on the street. Her sight only drifted in emptiness. One point, if you let others see it, you will definitely wonder if she has her eyes open? She is asleep.

Tsushima Hiiragi remained silent, Dazai Osamu also began to feel uneasy, he sighed indiscernibly, and sure enough, Tsushima Hiiragi's empty gaze immediately turned around and landed on him lightly, those floating eyes The eyes in the clouds returned to the human world again, staring at his shadow.

"what happened?"

Tsushima Hiiragi asked softly, "Are you too tired?"

"Yeah, I flew back from abroad and sat on the plane for more than ten hours." Osamu Dazai lazily stretched out the ending, showing a tired expression, and raised his eyelids without leaving any traces to observe Tsushima Hiiragi's expression .

Tired indeed, but not at his limit.

Although Osamu Dazai is a person who is afraid of pain and injury, in fact, his tolerance threshold for these is frighteningly high.

Just looking at his body, those layers of bandages are enough to worry about his physical condition, but if you understand his personality, it is estimated that many people will imagine it with a relaxed mind, like Osamu Dazai. For a person who has few words of truth, bandages must be just a means of disguise.

But in fact, under Osamu Dazai's bandages, there were indeed wounds one after another, some were just shallow bloodstains, and some were dripping with blood.

Tsushima Hiiragi had seen these wounds when he was helping him with bandages, and he didn't care about his body.

Accidentally fell from a high place and broke his arm? He read a book while walking? His leg was scratched when he fell into the river, and his forehead was injured when he drove straight down the cliff. When you see it, you will smile and say, idiot, at this age, you will still suffer this kind of injury?

He must have done it on purpose. Osamu Dazai is just a freak. He is a monster with no flesh and blood and no pain.

Surely it must have been talked about behind the back by others, right?

When touching these wounds, Osamu Dazai wouldn't even frown.

However, Tsushima Hiiragi knew that Osamu Dazai was afraid of pain, he was afraid of it, he was so afraid that he would die, but he still couldn't help it.He is afraid of pain, and even more afraid of this meaningless world.

Just like a cat curly ball, I can't bear to touch it carefully with my paws.

He needs to die to feel alive.

Osamu Dazai's ability to endure is far beyond that of ordinary people. This level is not enough to make him feel tired. With Osamu Dazai's character, if he really reaches the point where he can't support himself, he will try his best to endure it so that others will not notice it. .

Therefore, speaking bluntly about his fatigue is also a way for this child to act like a baby. Tsushima Hiiragi knew that Dazai Osamu was useless to use various means to achieve his goals, even if he was showing weakness and pretending to be pitiful, as long as he Can you get what you want?

If it's really uncomfortable, then there won't be enough energy to act like a spoiled child, Tsushima Hiiragi looked into Dazai Osamu's eyes, and these dark eyes were also looking at her at this moment, he put his hands on his knees on purpose In this way, his body is lowered, and the eyes looking at her when he raises his head are more innocent and pitiful.

While eyes were fixed, Osamu Dazai had already put his hand on Tsushima Hiiragi's knee, he was tentatively moving, like a domestic cat who knows how to guess people's preferences, tentatively her bottom line.

If Dazai is a house cat, then Tsushima Hiiragi is a doting cat. Even his bluffing, gesticulation, and cautious secret probing are considered to be an incomparably lovely master. She watches his every move tolerantly.

This kind of wordless permission made Osamu Dazai feel relieved, and he got down on the ground, just like when he was a child, and lay on Tsushima Hiiragi's lap again. The familiar fragrance was a faint cherry aroma.

Tsushima Hiiragi's hand fell on his hair, his cold and soft fingers ran through his hair, combing it gently, the scalp felt relaxed, like a cat being scratched familiarly As comfortable as your jaw.

He especially liked the feeling when Tsushima Hiiragi's soft fingertips brushed against his cheeks and accidentally touched his ears. For some reason, this action brought him a sense of security.

Probably because the skin on the ear is a thin layer, with blood and light blue blood vessels faintly leaking out. When it is touched, it is as if the flesh and blood are directly touched through the skin, so that they are closer together .

After Tsushima Hiiragi combed his hair, he put his hands on his shoulders, as if putting a child to sleep, and patted his back lightly, lost in thought.

Osamu Dazai raised Ben's hand on his chest, and grabbed Tsushima Hiiragi's hand. Tsushima's hand was already in front of him, so he didn't need any extra movements. , and held that hand?

He brought Tsushima Hiiragi's hand to his eyes, stared at her slightly white fingertips, and slowly placed his five fingers between Tsushima Hiiragi's fingers, Tsushima Hiiragi let it go When he moved, her fingers were cold, if it weren't for the soft touch of the skin, it would be like holding hands with a plastic doll in the window.

Dazai turned his upper body, and struggled from lying on his side to lying on his back. Tsushima Hiiragi's face was on top, looking very close. Dazai's eyes fell on her slightly drooping eyelashes, and he opened his mouth gently,

"I'll paint your nails when I get back, okay?"

He concealed the honorifics without a trace, and used something that only very close people can use. Tsushima Hiiragi seemed to be smiling, which was not very real from his point of view.

Osamu Dazai gently closed his eyes. When the world was dark, he could tell himself that only he was left in the world, and everything else was gone. At this time, he seemed to have extra courage. .

When he couldn't see anything, his sense of touch was always extra sensitive. He held Tsushima Hiiragi's hand and didn't let it go, and that hand stayed quietly in his palm.

So, Miss Tsushima's hand? Is it so small?Osamu Dazai suddenly recalled the memory of being held and brought home by these hands when he was a child. He fiddled with Tsushima Hiiragi's fingers casually, and suddenly had a whim to touch her palm.

Ah, his fingers are almost one knuckle longer than Miss Tsushima's.

But this is also normal, the ratio of the length of a person's fingers to their height... Dazai Osamu was thinking wildly in his mind, calculating various ratios in a mess for some reason, while slowly placing his fingers on Tsushima Hiiragi time fingers.

Thinking in the darkness, in the proportion of random calculations, beyond his judgment, according to his own heart, he naturally clasped her fingers?

Fingers intertwined.

The author has something to say: I originally wanted to add more...but suddenly I met my menstrual period and was bedridden, so uncomfortable

If the condition is better after waking up, add more, okay? ＾3＾