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Osamu Dazai vomited for a long time, feeling like he was about to vomit out his stomach. After vomiting, he had only one thought.

Fuck Wujo Satoru, this person should die.

"how do you feel?"

"..."

"Didn't you always think of me as a six-eyed person? Every day you are curious about what the six-eyed vision is like, what the six-eyed thing is, whether you are blind or not, or Schrödinger's blindness, but you won't understand if I tell you, isn't it better to experience it directly?" Clear, how do you feel now?"

"..."

"say."

"Fucking talk!" Osamu Dazai turned his face sideways, his voice raised a few steps, but when he saw those eyes, he felt sick again: "Didn't you tell me to shut up?"

Gojo Gojo nodded in a good-tempered manner, took the milk tea from the small table beside him, used a technique to grab some heat from Infinity to heat the milk tea, walked up to Dazai Osamu and handed the milk tea to him: "Here."

Osamu Dazai reached out to take the milk tea, his outstretched hand was still trembling, he inserted the straw into the mouth of the drink tremblingly, and suddenly raised his hand to look at the other party's beautiful face and smashed the cup over - - Crash!The liquid in the cup was completely blocked by the no-lower-limit spell, and then poured all over himself in reverse.

Gojo Gojo was putting small round black sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, when this happened suddenly, he almost laughed out loud: "You are so angry."

Osamu Dazai closed his eyes again, and took two slow breaths. Originally, he should continue to pry some information from this person. He was almost filled with incomprehensible questions about the time and space of the two worlds of prison gate and border. Yes, and Gojo Satoru should tell him, even if he doesn't tell him, he can still get something he wants to know by suffering a little bit, but...

fuck it!What is there to ask!

The bed sheets and quilts were also splashed wet. In addition to the fishy smell unique to marine molluscs before, and the sweet and greasy flavor of this sugar-sweetened drink, his stomach was overwhelmed again, but he never wanted to be in front of Wutiao again. Enlightenment vomited on the face for the second time.

——Although he didn't know what he was doing when he went crazy, but looking at the other person's expression, he knew that he had better stop being curious!

Osamu Dazai fell back on the bed without saying a word, turned his back to the other party, pulled off the quilt to cover his head tightly, regardless of the dirty drink on his body, just got in like that, and he lay down for a while. He would hear that there was no sound outside, no sound at all, and it was terribly uncomfortable to be bored in the quilt with a sugary drink all over his body, but he had been bored in the box for a long time before... After being bored for a while, he couldn't bear it anymore, so he went to sleep again. Pull off the edge of the quilt to reveal half of his face.

At this time, he heard Gojo Goku, a psychopath outside, said thoughtfully, "What are you wronging?"

Osamu Dazai: "?"

Gojo Satoru supported his chin with his index finger: "If you want to be wronged, I will be wronged even more. How did you say that? The Mafia is an organization that pays attention to retribution, so it is calculated that you started it first, and you provoked me first, right?" , isn't it, the youngest cadre of the Port Mafia in history?"

He pulled up a chair and sat on the edge of the bed, crossing his two long legs that had nowhere to rest: "Isn't packing a box also your idea of ​​using it on me? It's just that I tried it first, and I wronged you." That's it?"

"Who is wronged?"

"Eh? It turns out that you are very nice. Then I misunderstood. By the way, I showed you one of my six eyes before. Do you want to see the others?"

Osamu Dazai lifted the quilt abruptly and sat up: "Why are you mad at me!"

Gojo Satoru spread his hands with a smile, and leaned back on the chair: "What's the relationship between us? You just randomly accuse others of being crazy? I won't talk about it last time in Yahara. At that time, I was really not sober for some reasons, but this time No, you are too rude, Dazai?"

Osamu Dazai twitched the corner of his lower lip emotionally.

He stared at Gojo Satoru, who was a little strange—not so strange, his snow-white hair looked soft and beautiful in the sunlight of the floor-to-ceiling windows, and a thin layer of lipstick was applied on his lips as usual. I don't know why my senses are now exponentially magnified, and I'm extremely sensitive, but this way he can smell the other party's lipstick is camellia scent, and this fucking lipstick was swiped on his card yesterday!

Don't look at Dazai Osamu who can still quarrel with Gojo Satoru, even if his head is almost broken and his mind is broken, he can still stay awake.

But should he be wronged?

He was wronged to death.

He was really wronged. Everyone said that Osamu Dazai was not a good thing. Yes, he himself admitted that he was not a good thing. He must have two sets of different standards for others and himself. Double standards are terrible, like Gojo Satoru Ask him those questions that he really doesn't know the answer to?How could it be possible, except for one of the problems, he was very clear about the other problems, just pretending.

Pretending that he doesn't know anything, pretending that he doesn't understand, he's done a good job of pretending these things, he's just putting an equal and fair cover on the unfair relationship, but he really doesn't understand?

Just kidding, this is Osamu Dazai, how could he not understand.

Then why is he wronged?

But before falling into the boundless space, Wujo Satoru was still a white long-haired cat that he could hammer. It was a cat he had raised for three years. Let alone whether he raised it well, at least he did!He raised it!He has been raising it for three full years, and he has game consoles and sweets, and now he still has a few candies in his pocket, even if the cat is sent back in a very tragic way both physically and mentally...

Even if he thought about turning Wujo Satoru into a fool more than once and carried it in the suitcase.

But are these reasons for the cat to bite him!Yeah!

It's all fucking Gojo Satoru's fault, Osamu Dazai thought, you gave me back my fucking cat, what the hell is this now?

He is covered in saccharine drinks all over his body now, the injuries on his body... oh, he is not injured now, but after walking a few steps, he feels that there are some big round eyes that will burst open under his feet. He will definitely have nightmares when he sleeps tonight. What else is the prison gate, such a disgusting thing is uglier than a monster in a horror movie, what does this psychopath say in front of him after he is already like this?The six eyes only looked at one, do you want to look at the second one?

fuck you.

Whenever he talks, his tongue hurts. His tongue must be swollen, and the tip of the tongue has a bitten wound, which is still in the shape of a tooth mark. So why is he here listening to this man talking about something that monsters only understand? , he is a person, a person with supernatural powers, different from monsters like six-eyed and conjurers, he will die if the bullet pierces his brain, he is fragile, and his life will last another four years Yokohama packed up, what is it to die in France now?

Fuck Gojo Satoru, fuck Six Eyes.

"You're right." Osamu Dazai wiped the drink on his face with his hand, the liquid on his face was almost dry when he spoke, and it was sticky to the touch, but his whole body was covered with prison gates The slime on the tentacles doesn't matter how dirty it is: "We have nothing to do with each other. I have something to do later, so I'm going back."

Gojo Satoru tapped his forehead with his fingers nonchalantly: "Where are you going?"

"What does it have to do with you!" The voice touched the hoarse vocal cords, almost breaking the sound.

"It has nothing to do with me..." Wujo Wuhao tilted his head leisurely, his eyes were full of smiles, and his tone was smiling: "But you didn't realize that your current state is not right? Are you sure you want to return under this situation?" Yokohama, the cadre of the Port Mafia?"

Osamu Dazai stared at the person in front of him with his eyes wide open, the emotions in his heart were overflowing and about to explode, something wrong?What's wrong with him?

He is very good!

He felt better than ever. The things that hovered in his head and weighed him down were all as light as a dove's feathers. Thinking about it, why would he be troubled by those things?The whole person flutters lightly, as if soaked in something soft and light, which is actually a bit interesting, right?fudge?clouds?He's so good, so good that he can tear off Gojo Satoru's sunglasses and take a bite out of that eye.

So he did.

Dazai Osamu suddenly reached out and took off Gojo Satoru's sunglasses, and then looked straight into those blue pupils, taking in everything at a glance.

Beautiful and clear, there are some faint bloodshot eyes on the iris, and the white luster seems to be reflected in the opponent's eyeballs, flickering, as if they are in close contact with two living and moving planets, and the dark pupils inside It's deep and black, and beside it is a ring like a planetary belt...a planetary belt...a planetary belt—

Osamu Dazai fell forward suddenly, and the expensive small round sunglasses fell to the ground with a clang.

He lay in Gojo Satoru's arms, tightly clutching the other's clothes with both hands, making the fabric wrinkled, and vomited heartbreakingly, almost vomited bile together.

Gojo Satoru patted Osamu Dazai's back thoughtfully, the expression on his face was a bit strange, he wanted to laugh, but he couldn't laugh, so that the expression on his face remained in a very delicate state in the end, he really I didn't expect Osamu Dazai to suddenly take off his sunglasses, it's not that he couldn't hold that hand, but it's just unnecessary, isn't it?

When Osamu Dazai raised his face again, his eyes were filled with tears due to a physiological reaction, red and wet. Without thinking, he grabbed Gojo Satoru's white hair and used the taijutsu technique taught to him by the man in front of him. , pushed him down hard to the ground, leaned down and looked at the other person's Adam's apple, and bit down heavily.

Wujo Wu was stunned for a long time, then raised his hand to cover his eyes, and laughed sullenly.

...God.