I am a writer in the world of sorcery

Osamu Dazai went to kiss the white-haired man in front of him carelessly again, he was too good at this.

Fingers dexterously slid across the shirt, and the buttons were magically undone. Gojo Satoru had activated the no-lower-limit spell as early as the first time he was attacked. The distance is directly reduced to zero.

By all accounts, Port Afia's youngest cadre is stunningly beautiful.

Slender and thick eyelashes, passionate eyes, and romantic lips when he smiles, gorgeous and decadent, many people think that he will die under a woman's skirt, not long ago he made a promise to find a beautiful lady to die in love in front of everyone Wish, the next day, a lady in a white dress actually came to him to die in love.

Jump into the sea.

One death and one injury.

The gravity of the afia made it so that when the cadre was picked up, Osamu Dazai had only his last breath left, and was drunk again by alcohol, and Nakahara also gritted his teeth, and grabbed his neck with one hand, wishing to strangle him directly. The last punch smashed a wall and walked away. The undead Osamu Dazai smiled, put it in his pocket, and happily threw himself into the flowers and butterflies.

Big bucks.

He is said to have spent all his savings over the years.

No one knows why Osamu Dazai is crazy, but he is not normal at all. People who have contact with him only think that this person is getting worse. Besides, Osamu Dazai is crazy, and his achievements are still unmatched, except for occasional Sympathize with Nakahara Chuya, who was assigned by the leader to partner with him, but that's all.

After Shuanghei turned 16, no one can tell what happened between them.

Gojo Satoru didn't know so much, but he instinctively felt that something was wrong, not to mention that he was about to challenge his final bottom line of being a teacher.

Behind him was the bulkhead, and the soft hair rubbed against his chin and neck. Osamu Dazai had already thrown his shoes out, and his crumpled shirt was half over the foot of the bed, and was crumpled again by him, and his tie was pulled back by him forcefully with.

Wujo Satoru became more and more suffocated, both physically and psychologically.

"Wait, wait - I have something to ask."

Osamu Dazai shrugged indifferently: "If you are inexplicably concerned about whether you are an adult or not, yes, I am an adult, or do you want to drink some wine?"

Gojo Satoru rescued his belt back, and was almost led astray: "No! It's not a matter of adulthood, even if the future me and you are...cough, but now we—teacher and student?"

He couldn't overcome the psychological barrier no matter what, and said the word "couple" again.

The cruise ship they stayed on was originally for enjoyment, and there was everything beside the bed. Osamu Dazai leaned out, took out a glass from the bedside table, knocked open a bottle of whiskey skillfully, poured some salt into it, and looked up. After drinking it cleanly, he put down the glass and asked with a smile, "Are you the eldest lady?"

Gojo Satoru: ...

Osamu Dazai laughed out loud and waved his hands: "Sorry, I forgot, you really are."

He just drank a glass of strong wine, but his face was still as white as snow.

Gojo Satoru's expression turned cold in an instant, some displeasure appeared in his eyes, and a dangerous aura exuded from his whole body.

Osamu Dazai didn't force it, he didn't care how inappropriate he looked now, he casually grabbed the black coat and draped it on his body, barely covering it up.

He was barefoot, stepped on the carpet, lowered his head to light a cigarette, and took out the retro lighter from his inner pocket. He choked himself after taking a puff. Osamu Dazai coughed incredulously: "That slug It’s okay to have bad taste in hats, but why is the taste of cigarettes so bad?”

"By the way." He stood by the porthole and turned his head: "Mr. Wujo, please take me to Yokohama."

"Where is Yokohama?"

"Whatever, any bar in Ginza will do."

"I don't think you should go to those places at your age, at least when you are three or five years older." Gojo Gojo paused, thinking that it was so fucking strange for him to say such serious words: "Even if you are an adult, you can't go to those places." It doesn't mean you're an adult."

Otoko Yuta is also his student, 17 years old, one year away from adulthood, not much difference in age, but he feels very different from Osamu Dazai.

Osamu Dazai laughed while biting the end of his cigarette.

He didn't know how blind Gojo Satoru was, so that he could treat him like a child, or the other party was used to playing the role of protector, and formed too much unnecessary sense of responsibility. He didn't bother to say more, and his voice was sticky and perfunctory: "Okay ok."

The white-haired conjurer silently bent his fingers, held Osamu Dazai's bandaged forearm, and was about to launch the spell.

"But I am a healthy adult male." Osamu Dazai drew out his tone: "Don't come in the way, teacher."

The white-haired cat immediately felt offended.

He was completely upset, so he said directly: "I can't do it. The no-lower-limit technique is too heavy for me. It can only be used once in a few days, so you can only wait for the ship to dock."

Osamu Dazai was not surprised; "You can do it."

Wujo Wu's eyelids twitched suddenly.

……

Sure enough, there is no problem.

Once Osamu Dazai wanted to achieve something, no matter how many twists and turns he had in the middle, he would still be able to achieve his wish in the end. Until Gojo Satoru was pressed on the cabinet as a tool, he still didn't realize how things had evolved to this point. When the older Osamu Dazai appeared, he was always led by the nose.

that's terrible.

It can be done, the sky is dark and the sky is dark, and it is raining outside the window. Big raindrops shatter on the glass window and then slide down. This is completely different from Gojo Satoru's adolescent imagination. His brain was drowsy and hot, but Osamu Dazai acted extremely familiar, with a smile on his face all the time, a calm attitude, and dry pupils.

With ease.

After the end, Gojo Satoru was a little at a loss, his blue eyes were open, his white hair was messed up, and now he was in another sense of embarrassment, as wet as a puppy that had been drenched in rain.

Osamu Dazai lay down for a while, and the few scum of conscience finally showed their sense of existence once.

He didn't expose the lie that made Gojo Satoru think that the two would be lovers in the future, turned over lightly, and said with a smile, "I'll clean it up."

"Just familiarize yourself with it in advance, Teacher Wutiao."

Xia Youjie controlled the shikigami to land on the deck and returned to the cat's body. Due to the restraint, he couldn't stay away from Dazai for a long time, even if it was too far away, and he couldn't deal with him without the other party's permission. For the old affairs, the constraints set by Osamu Dazai can be said to be comprehensive, and there is absolutely no dead end.

He opens the door.

The Ragdoll immediately froze in place.

He is used to socializing, and he doesn't mind cooperating until the last bit of value is squeezed from the monkey. He is used to the paper sliding doors, men and women, the scorching air and the sensuality of the room full of dogs and horses.

So he immediately understood what happened before.

what a fucking-

Toothache, he bowed his head inexplicably, but he had nothing to say. It stands to reason that Gojo Satoru has enough reasons to be condemned, but when he remembered the first experience of the six-eyed boudoir and met Dazai Osamu, even Xia You, who was killed by Gojo Satoru, Jie couldn't help sympathizing with this man.

It's too awful.

Based on his understanding of Gojo Satoru's character, this person has definitely lived up to the present without any awareness of love. After all, Fu Heihui, who he raised, went to a high school and can say things that only children would say without hindrance* *vocabulary.

But it shouldn't be, the puppet cat jumped on the table and meowed reproachfully at the white-haired conjurer.

Gojo Wu: "I don't want to either, I'm not—"

Gojo Satoru tensed up all over his body, but the eyes of the puppet cat gradually changed from "I can't think of you" to "I'm very pleased". Tapped the TV.

"Meow."

Do you watch TV?

Gojo Satoru: ...

Just when he was thinking about some excessive operations, Osamu Dazai came out of the bathroom, his body was covered with steam, his hair was not blown dry, and there were still water droplets on the ends of his hair. When he saw Xia Youjie, he was stunned for a very short time. After a while, he quickly bent his eyes again: "Hi."

Osamu Dazai ignored the stunned puppet cat, and twitched the corners of his lips: "Mr. Wujo, how does it feel every time you exorcise the curse spirit?"

Gojo Satoshi replied inexplicably: "I don't feel anything, I can see this kind of thing since I was born, and I started learning spells as soon as I learned to walk. It's already a part of my daily life, but it's just annoying for a while."

Dazai nodded thoughtfully: "Let's exorcise the curse spirit today."

"……why."

This request far exceeded Gojo Satoru's expectations. Osamu Dazai's dislike for curse spirits can be seen personally, so the tasks assigned to Osamu Dazai before were forcibly rejected by him to the director department on the grounds of freshmen.

"After all, I have never exorcised the curse spirit once." Dazai Osamu said heartily: "This bad experience is enough once, and I will not think about it again."

[The reason why I joined afia is that I am looking forward to what is inside, violence or death, instinct or lust, close contact with this exposed emotion, can touch the essence of human beings, and find something to live Rationale - There is no place where these emotions are the norm except in afia. ]

[As a conjurer, you can get in touch with the despair and terror you want during the mission, without putting yourself in danger again. ]

[Go to a place to save people, if it’s the same wherever you stay, then go to be a good person, save the weak, protect the orphans, it will be better that way. ]

Osamu Dazai lowered his eyes and said in a brisk voice, "Let's try it today."