Miss Tsushima

"Why not then? Tell me?"

Tsushima Hiiragi gently touched the bruise on his forehead and sighed.

"Because you are in a hurry to leave."

When Osamu Dazai focused his eyes on Tsushima Hiiragi, the dim kite under the long eyelashes stared at her motionlessly, "I have an appointment to have dinner with someone else."

He said this? He stopped.

Osamu Dazai knew her too well.

Like a domestic kitten, mischievous and mischievous, always at home? To cause destruction, even if you are pampering, it will gradually consume patience.

However, after being injured, he calmed down obediently, no? Noisily huddled in a corner, but it made people feel distressed.

I hope he will return to being mischievous and mischievous, and feel guilty for his impatience, which will be infinitely magnified by guilt, and eventually become a bottomless doting.

A small wound, a pitiful show of weakness, in exchange for the privilege of pampering and domineering.

Very cheap machine.

Both Kitten and Osamu Dazai are very good at this kind of trick.

Tsushima Hiiragi breathed out slowly, and retracted the hand on Dazai Osamu's forehead, but Dazai Osamu was sensitive to the wavering of her mentality, watched her, stretched out his hand, and held it her wrist.

He held Tsushima Hiiragi's hand, didn't he? let her hand leave his forehead, but turned his eyes away, didn't? look at? her again, but lowered his eyes to look at? Eyes covered by eyelashes are like a silent black sea.

The timing of this card is perfect.

Because Tsushima Hiiragi is the one who keeps cats, and like all the stupid owners who keep cats, even if he sees through his tricks, he can't help but feel distressed and sit idly by.

Facing? The aggrieved meowing of the injured cat or something.

Now, I really can't let it go.

Following Dazai's strength, she placed her finger on his forehead.I told him to maintain a normal social distance before, but in a blink of an eye it exceeded the limit.

There is no way, for him.

The waiter walked up to them and was slightly taken aback when he saw this posture. He lowered his head professionally and smiled as if he hadn't seen anything.

"Ma'am, what would you like to order?"

Osamu Dazai was sure that she would not leave at this moment, so he let go of his hand. Tsushima Hiiragi realized that she had stepped into his trap, but she had no will to resist, so she could only smile helplessly. "Can you give me a cup of black coffee, please?"

She put the bag on the opposite side and sat beside Osamu Dazai.

"Stay with you for a while, let's talk first, be quiet while I'm working."

Tsushima Hiiragi pressed the bridge of his nose, took out his manuscript paper and pen from his bag and put it on the table. After the waiter brought the coffee, he turned his head and said to Osamu Dazai who was watching her with his chin propped up,

"Although it's freelance work, it's also very hard work. I'm bringing work to you, so don't make trouble when I'm writing."

This is already her biggest compromise.

Osamu Dazai looked at her quietly. He didn't say anything, and calmed down rarely.

No? I don't know if it was because of the sunshine that day, or because Dazai Osamu was obedient and quiet, Tsushima Hiiragi's pen quickly filled up each sheet of manuscript paper.

The clear sunlight shines on the dark brown table in the coffee shop from the window. The coffee in the white porcelain cup on the table is fragrant, and the yellowish manuscript paper is written line by line.

Even though the voices of other customers talking in low voices are heard from time to time in the coffee shop, it is like distant white noise, which adds to Tsushima's inspiration.

Osamu Dazai stayed quietly, leaning casually on the soft sofa, resting the book in his hand on the edge of the table, reading the book casually, occasionally turning his head to look at Tsushima Hiiragi seriously profile.

At this moment, Tsushima Hiiragi unexpectedly immersed herself in writing with all her heart and soul, and only the scenes in her mind were quickly transformed into vivid words, which flowed sentence by sentence from her pen to the manuscript paper.

There was only the rustle of the pen nib rubbing against the paper and the rustle of the pages being turned.

By the time Tsushima Hiiragi put down the pen, the coffee in front of him was already completely cold.She didn't put the cap on the pen, and the hand holding the pen was still hanging in the air. She looked at the manuscript paper carefully. It was roughly finished? All that was left was to polish it.

Unexpectedly smooth.There is almost no need to revise, Tsushima carefully re-taste, word by word.

When she put down the manuscript paper, Osamu Dazai's cell phone rang. Tsushima Hiiragi closed the manuscript paper and looked at Osamu Dazai. He took out the cell phone from his pocket, glanced at the screen of the cell phone casually, and pressed the mute button.

"Whose call is it?" Tsushima Hiiragi put the pen cap on, crossed his fingers and relaxed his fingers, looked at Dazai Osamu as if he was about to answer, thought for a while, and added, "I've finished writing, it's okay, you answer Bar."

"It's over? I don't? It will affect you, so you can continue writing." Osamu Dazai didn't mean to answer the phone at all, "No? It's an important call, so I won't answer it."

Tsushima Hiiragi didn't speak, but looked at him with a smile.

Under the gaze of Tsushima Hiiragi, Osamu Dazai took out his mobile phone and answered the phone reluctantly, "Hello?"

"Dazai! Where did you go? Did you go? You bastard! You sneaked away on the way to work!"

As soon as the phone was connected, Kunikida's voice came, and Osamu Dazai immediately moved the phone away from his ear and held it far away.

Is the voice on the other end of the phone coming over continuously?

"Do you know how troublesome the company president's wife is today? You actually left me there alone and sneaked away while I was going to the bathroom?!"

The cry of grief and indignation coming from the opposite side of the phone, even without the loudspeaker turned on, was clearly heard in Tsushima's ears. Osamu Dazai leaned back and waited for Kunikida to roar for a while before lazily opening,

"Kunikida-kun, isn't this you? By the way, how can you ask me to do this job?"

"As a senior, I didn't think seriously about assigning work at all." Regardless of 21, Osamu Dazai preemptively said, "You are so unqualified as a senior!"

"That aunt likes a handsome man like me the most. Wouldn't it be dangerous for you to let me go? And Kunikida-kun, you obviously don't want to go."

Osamu Dazai moved and rested his head on Tsushima Hiiragi's shoulder. Tsushima Hiiragi had a faint smell of ink on his body. He buried his face in her neck and sniffed, "What do you say?" In the bathroom, you were so scared that you hid, right? Because that aunt touched your ass..."

"Nonsense, there is no such thing!"

"Dazai-kun, don't touch your feet, it's so itchy."

The feeling of Dazai Osamu's breath falling on the skin was too itchy, not to mention that he was still sniffing around like a puppy, Tsushima shrank subconsciously, and couldn't help but speak.

Her voice and Kunikida's voice sounded at the same time.

The other end of the phone was quiet, inside? After a while, Kunikida's more sad and angry voice came, "Dazai!!! What are you doing?!"

"I'm here? Being taken advantage of by the aunt, but you are skipping work and slacking off dating women!!!"

Osamu Dazai suppressed a smile, suppressed it in his throat, "Ala, did Kunikida-kun really have his ass touched by the aunt? This is sexual harassment, or? Do you want me to call the police for you? No? But this aunt is very If you have status, you will definitely suppress the matter, or create public opinion and publish it in newspapers and media, so that you can bring her to justice..."

He kept piling up nouns, and when Tsushima Hiiragi was speaking so fast, he wondered if he was suffocated while waiting quietly on the side just now.

Kunikida on the other end of the phone was even more indignant, his voice was so loud that the phone vibrated slightly, "Dazai!! Where are you now?! Hurry up? I'll be back! No? Let's see how I deal with you tomorrow!!"

"Hey——Can I make it through?" Dazai Osamu's voice trembled slightly, holding back his laughter.

In the end, he still didn't laugh, and buried his face in Tsushima Hiiragi's arms, laughing so much that he could hardly hold the phone.

"I'm injured and I'm seeing a doctor in the hospital. The voice just now was sister nurse."

"Do you think I will still believe your words? I think you are as strong as a bear!"

Now, even Tsushima Hiiragi couldn't help laughing, she took the phone from Osamu Dazai, put it to her ear, cleared her throat,

"Guian."

Osamu Dazai lay on her body, raised his head and looked at her longingly, while Tsushima Hiiragi ignored his puppy-like watery eyes, turned his body to the other side, and got close to the phone microphone ,

"Excuse me, is Mr. Osamu Dazai's colleague?"

She deliberately softened her voice, didn't she? It was as gentle and calm as usual, when Kunikida suddenly heard a female voice, he paused and stammered his reply, "Yes, yes, may I ask?"

"That's right, Dazai-kun is indeed injured and needs to be recuperated..."

Kunikida suddenly realized, "So it's really the nurse?" Could it be that what Osamu Dazai said was true, he asked cautiously, "Dazai is really injured?"

Osamu Dazai stretched out his hands to curl the black hair that fell loose from Tsushima Hiiragi, and twisted the soft hair between his fingers. Tsushima Hiiragi grabbed his wrist and pushed him away, without denying his identity as a nurse.

"Dazai-kun was indeed injured, on the head. He didn't have an attack before, but now he suddenly feels dizzy and may have a concussion."

"Therefore, it is recommended to do an examination first, to recuperate for a period of time, and to observe the condition..."

"Concussion?" Kunikida raised his voice, "Then... please tell him to rest today, and then go to work when you are done."

Kunikida hung up the phone.

Tsushima Hiiragi breathed a sigh of relief, but the phone was a little hot because of the burden. She held up the phone and looked at Osamu Dazai, who was staring at her with sparkling eyes.

"I ran away from work again." She shook the phone, "Still the same, are you lying? Make a draft, Dazai-kun, you..."

Before she could finish speaking, Osamu Dazai threw himself into her arms and hugged her tightly, "Miss Tsushima, you are so kind~"

"Just help you lie? I don't? I should help you. If you lie, you will grow a nose. Dazai-kun, your nose will definitely extend from Yokohama to Tokyo."

"I'm not? It's a lie. After all, I was really hurt. Look, it's still hurting!"

He snorted, "Obviously everyone is injured, Kunikida-kun still wants to exploit me, wow work is so tiring!"

"Besides, he can't even hear Ms. Tsushima's voice~" Osamu Dazai raised his voice, "He really isn't a qualified fan."

Tsushima Hiiragi looked at his face and couldn't help but smile, "Little liar."

Osamu Dazai paused, and grabbed Tsushima Hiiragi's hand, "If I am a liar, then Miss Tsushima is an accomplice of the liar."

"When it comes to lying, Ms. Tsushima is better than me. She can tell a lie in a face? It even surprised me just now."

"Liar, you are better than me, you villain who plays with people's hearts." He whispered in her ear, "Big liar."

"It's hot, let go quickly,"

Tsushima Hiiragi tried his best to shrink back, and couldn't help laughing, really, how old does he think he is?

He clearly wanted to show the fact that he was an adult, but his behavior was always naive and messy.

The arms tightly wrapped around her waist could not be pushed away. The strength of an adult man hidden under the muscles was far more vigorous than she had imagined.

If you can't break free, you will soon be strangled into two sections.

Tsushima Hiiragi couldn't breathe when he hugged him, and suddenly remembered Kunikida's simple analogy just now.

Dazai is as strong as a bear.

Tsushima Hiiragi thought, maybe he was right.

Obviously looks fragile and weak.

Why is the arm so hard, it's almost like steel.

Tsushima Hiiragi had a vague premonition in his heart.

No? Wonderful, with such strength, if this continues, she will be the one who suffers in the end.

The author has something to say: 181, 67kg, Zai Zai is really not weak...

Dazai: From now on you will know that I am more than just tough (beep—delete!!!)

I!No!short!Small!

I'm so sleepy, lie flat...

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