I am a writer in the world of sorcery

"Governance? You wake up first."

No matter how many times, Gojo Satoru will feel uncomfortable when Dazai is asleep. For him, sleep and sweets are the only ways to rest his brain. Even though he sleeps very little, he does enjoy the sleep. of ease and pleasure.

Dazai was just the opposite. He acted as if he had suffered some kind of cruel torture. He had always slept very lightly and not very peacefully, and would wake up at the slightest sign of trouble. Forced to accept a long nightmare.

He curled up tighter and tighter, his brows were tightly knit together, his body twitched like a spasm from time to time, his eyelids were closed tightly, but his eyeballs kept rolling, fine beads of sweat ooze from his forehead, and his complexion was even worse than when they were lying down. White sheets are whiter.

Most people have shortness of breath when they have nightmares, and people who are haunted by nightmares will pant violently, and even yell out loudly, but Osamu Dazai's breathing is still light and soundless, no heavier than a feather.

Gojo Satoru frowned, touched his forehead lightly, and shook him very lightly.

Nothing works.

After a while, Osamu Dazai finally let go of Gojo Satoru's arm, like a drowning man who has finally lost that thought, even though he still has strength, he still let go of the piece of driftwood that can cross him .

But Dazai was still trembling, the nightmare never left him for a moment.

He didn't have any violent body movements, he just shrunk himself tighter.

The white-haired conjurer looked at it for a while, pursed his lips, and tried to pat the boy on the back. He seldom made these tender movements, and his every move was copied from the film and television stills, but because his movements were careful enough, It took some thoughtful meaning.

[…Why not ask others for help? ]

[Save him. ]

The white-haired man stretched out his hand, paused in the air, and then slowly and unskillfully embraced the other party's waist, and brought the other party into his arms. Compared with the physique of a mature male, every bone of the young man was heavy. Thin and slender, as if it could be broken with a little force...too slender, he thought, even slender than the women he had come into contact with before.

He tried to adjust his posture again, trying to make the other person more comfortable, but his fingers accidentally scratched an old scar on the skin. Osamu Dazai seemed to feel something, and in a coma, he uttered a few vague words in his throat.

Gojo Satoru suddenly stopped moving.

After a long time, he tightened his arms a little, clasped the back of the opponent's head with the other hand, and gently pressed in his direction.

Osamu Dazai only felt that he had spent an unusually long time wandering in the garbage dump this time. He tried one method after another in his dreams until the physical feelings in reality gradually returned——

This feeling is no stranger to him. Occasionally, he and Zhongyuan Zhong would help each other back to the base, and he could feel the little slug's hard body with huge power hidden, but Zhong Yuanzhong was not so warm, and it was even more impossible for him to All ring up.

He was not fully awake. On the contrary, he had no strength in his body at all, and he had a splitting headache, so he buried his face in front of him again. Gojo Satoru froze, propped his head, and half raised his body to observe Osamu Dazai After realizing that the other party had only improved a little, he lay back quietly.

"etc--!"

There were hurried footsteps in the corridor, as if someone was chasing something. The white-haired man's eyes flashed with displeasure. The next second, someone bumped into the door directly. The hotel uses traditional Japanese wooden paper doors. The door lock is basically a decoration, and it was knocked open after being hit like this.

"Sorry! I'm not... Mr. Gojo?"

Natsume Takashi held back his words of apology, he hadn't gotten up from the ground yet, he was dumbfounded and his face was upturned, his expression was frozen.

……what's the situation?Mr. Gojo is Mr. Kosuge's teacher, right?

In name, this country absolutely prohibits the relationship between teachers and students, but due to the cultural background, the word teacher naturally has a sense of domination. If it is on a university campus, the twists and turns between teachers and students are even more serious. The number is countless, but no matter what, adult males attack their own students...

"Don't think wildly." Gojo Satoru said suddenly.

"Feel sorry!"

Natsume Takashi looked away in a panic.

The black coat not far away is Mr. Kosuge’s coat, clear water is burning on the stove in the Japanese-style wooden house, black pointed leather shoes are thrown here and there one by one in the corner, half-drunk sake bottles are placed on the wooden table... …

And the white-haired man hugged the person in his arms very possessively. From his perspective, he could see the young man buried his face in the man's neck, the fluffy and soft hair covered most of his face, and the exposed A small patch of skin was stained an unnatural red.

It's even worse.

Hearing the voice, Osamu Dazai's thick and black eyelashes trembled, and he looked very unsteady. Seeing this, Gojo Satoru sighed, rubbed his back twice comfortingly, and said in a low voice, "What's the matter?" Natsume won't break into other people's rooms for no reason, will he?"

Natsume Takashi stared at the floor in embarrassment, his voice became smaller and smaller: "...I'm very sorry, Mr. Gojo, I'm looking for a monster named Eclipse."

The white-haired conjurer raised an eyebrow.

The eclipse is not a monster that is harmful to humans, it can even be called friendly. He will rest in old houses and warehouses during his journey, and he will turn something into a new state when he leaves. If humans help He, in return, the eclipse will rejuvenate the person who helped him.

Gojo Satoru has read relevant records in ancient books, and many conjurers who longed to return to their youth tried to find him, but they all returned in vain.

I didn't expect to see such a legendary monster in a small place like Yayuan.

Natsume Takashi said in embarrassment: "I did him a small favor before, but he was made smaller by the eclipse. This time he fell into the same trouble as last time..."

Turning a person into a child, no matter how you think about it, will inevitably lead to riots in human society. Wujo Satoru also thought of this problem-an accident of this level happened in his own place, and he will definitely accept the investigation of the director department afterwards .

Gojo Satoru was silent for a while: "I'll help you find it together."

As he said that, he moved a little distance to the outside very gently, sat on the edge of the bed, and took the sunglasses and put them on the bridge of his nose.

He thought for a while, then squatted down again, and stroked Dazai Osamu's wet forehead: "I'll be away for a while, be good."

Osamu Dazai suddenly lost the heat source, his eyes narrowed uncomfortably.

He turned his face to the side, his eyes were slack and he couldn't focus at all.

In the muddle, the sky and the ground are covered with that dazzling snow-white.

—the slight click of the wooden door as it closed.

As soon as Gojo Satoru left, the whole room fell silent.

It’s not that Gojo Satoru will make noise when the students are unwell, but that he has a sense of presence that cannot be ignored. Time passed faster than usual.

Osamu Dazai raised his eyelids vainly, and looked around.

His remaining sanity barely reflects what happened before, and it stands to reason that for a person who takes suicide as a hobby, he should be familiar with the current situation-if there is no irregular crashing sound on the ceiling from time to time .

Bang, bang, bang, bang.

It was as if wood was constantly colliding with clay pots, the sound was dull and disturbing.Osamu Dazai was very sleepy, and it was difficult to stay awake, but his habit and vigilance made it impossible for him to fall asleep in this environment.

"Cough..." He coughed twice, got up unsteadily, and went to pull the door of the closet.

In the corner of the Japanese room, there is usually a wooden ladder that can go up to the attic. Osamu Dazai grasped the ladder support with his fingers, and his skill did not show the usual lightness at all. Every time he stepped on a step, he had to stop for a while. The sound never stopped.

Osamu Dazai stepped precariously on the second-to-last step and looked forward.

His eyes widened slightly for a moment, and then quickly returned to a calm look.

"what are you doing."

The eclipse turned around following the sound.

Eclipse's body is made of wood, and its head is an oval piece of wood. At this time, a clay pot was placed on his head for some reason, the size is just right to get his head stuck in it, and the previous voice was his head and the clattering of clay pots.

"If you want to take down the jar." Dazai said softly, "Have you heard of the touch pole?"

"...Touch the pillar?"

"Yes." Osamu Dazai lowered his eyes, suppressed the cold look in his eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, "There is a beautiful colonnade in front of you. Based on your current position, take fifty steps backwards, and then try your best to move forward." Dash forward."

"Cans can be broken."

The eclipse froze in place for a while, then nodded.

Most of the monsters are pure-minded, and they don't even notice the malice contained in the suggestion of touching the pillar. He followed Dazai Osamu's command, stepped back step by step, waited for a suitable distance, and rushed over in one breath. When he was about to hit the pillar , The door in the attic was suddenly opened, and Natsume Takashi was shocked when he saw this method of suicidal escape.

"Wait - eclipse!"

Bang!

The clay pot was shattered into pieces under the impact of this force, the youkai touched his face in confusion, and bowed gratefully to Osamu Dazai: "Thank you very much."

Dazai sighed softly.

Natsume Takashi suddenly felt something was wrong, and hurriedly said, "Wait a minute, human beings don't need the gift of making themselves smaller—"

One step late.

As the figure of the monster gradually disappeared into the air, Osamu Dazai's expression changed suddenly, and he subconsciously tightened his fingers, only to find that his arm could not bear his weight at all, and his hand, which could see clear joints, was also a whole circle smaller.

He opened his eyes wide, watching the ceiling getting farther and farther away from him, his gaze was full of astonishment.

Natsume Takashi's pupils shrank suddenly, and he wanted to reach out to pull, but the distance between the two was too far, Dazai Osamu is a young child now, falling from this height would definitely hurt him badly.

—Sawdust flying.

A huge light-transmitting hole was opened directly on the roof of the attic. The figure of the white-haired man had already appeared beside the child, and he was picked up again. The moment the two skins touched, they supported the spell with no lower limit. The force disappeared immediately.

Gojo Goto lazily stepped on the ground, his eyes were troubled, and he twitched the corners of his lips with a half-smile.

"...Didn't I tell you to behave yourself?"