I am a writer in the world of sorcery

Rest day, Tokyo.

Jianren Qihai stood in front of the sink mirror, a bandage was thrown on the counter, and he checked his wounds again. It was not a serious problem, and it did not hinder normal life. It was just that weird mantra named Daoist... …

Ding ding ding ding—boom!

Jianren Qihai frowned. The doorbell installed in his home was factory-installed. He didn't change the so-called personalized ringtone, but right now someone is obviously slamming his doorbell. If it's a salesman, this behavior is too much .

He straightened his tie, carefully threw the rubbish on the table into the trash can, and made sure that there was no blood on his body, so that he would not scare others.Only then opened the door: "Thank you, but I don't need to buy anything..."

"Ah, Nanami." The man in the black coat greeted softly.

A trace of surprise flashed across Qihai Jianren's face, he obviously recognized Osamu Dazai, until he saw Xia Youjie walking up the stairs slowly following Gojo Satoru, even he was stunned for a while: "Who are you?" What are you going to do? Is Dazai under the influence of some magic tool?"

Gojo Satoru: "Chunfan?"

Qihai Jianren: ...

He weighed the consequences of being discovered by the higher-ups that he had a super curse master in his home, but Gojo Satoru was also there, which meant that Gojo Satoru would be the first to bear it when the sky fell. He stepped aside: "Please come in—" He then He grabbed Osamu Dazai by the collar who was trying to slip into the living room: "Put on your slippers first."

Osamu Dazai obediently took off the pair of black leather shoes, and then put on soft cotton slippers. Those shoes were new and had never been used, but Jianren Nanami just in case Osamu Dazai came to him on a whim, I still bought it, and the pattern is the mouse gray pinstripe that the other party has mentioned several times.

"Go wash your hands." He said, "Don't throw the coat you took off."

"Well."

"Give me the scarf too, don't you feel hot wearing a scarf in this weather?"

Osamu Dazai took off the scarf and handed it to Nanami Kento, and said in a long voice, "Hi, ok, ok."

Different from Gojo Satoru and Xia Youjie, Nanami Jianren's attitude towards Dazai Osamu remains the same as before. He seems to have no sense of unfamiliarity with this adult body—maybe Dazai Osamu who is about the same age as him, perhaps because Dazai Osamu himself is a People who don't show their age have a romantic smile, which is completely different from those who are ten years old when they enter the society.

Qihai Jianren and everyone else finished changing their shoes, folded their arms, and glanced across everyone's eyes: "You need to notify one day in advance if you want to visit someone's house."

He paused, word by word, and taught him extremely harshly: "——this is a social regulation!"

"hiss……"

Everyone gasped.

"Really, it will only cause trouble for people." Nanami Jianren turned around and said as he sat on the futon by the fire, crossed his legs, and looked at Osamu Dazai: "So, what happened this time?" thing?"

Osamu Dazai picked up a brightly colored apple from the fruit plate, bit it down with a sideways face, and said with a smile, "It's too much."

"Ah, it's really nothing. It is estimated that some special ability will allow the future Dazai to rule." He pointed to himself: "Appearing in this era—wait a minute, the box in the corner?"

With a soft voice, Osamu Dazai smiled at Jianren Qihai: "It's for me?"

"For you in the past." Jianren Qihai said, "It's for you, that's right."

As soon as he heard that it was a gift for himself, Osamu Dazai began to unpack the package. He touched his body and took out a dagger, and then slowly pierced the tape with the tip of the knife. His movements were very light, and the crack was very smooth. None of the cartons were scratched by him.

There are not many things in the package, a few canned crab meat, and a large vacuumed crab, and two bottles of Matsuba crab wine next to it.

Gojo Satoru shrank back at that time, and said in awe, "Crab wine?"

Crab wine is a product made by brewing raw crab into wine. Although it is a famous specialty, he tasted it once and decided to keep it at a respectful distance. Dazai Osamu's eyes lit up, and he held the two bottles of wine fondly. Prying open a can of crab meat, the eyes that were not covered by bandages were cracked with laughter: "I'm hungry."

Jianren Qihai sighed: "I'll go prepare the ingredients."

The habit of office workers is to buy enough food for two weeks at a time. He just replenished the refrigerator two days ago. With so many people in the room, he is probably the only one who can cook.

Xia Youjie's patriarch was very prosperous, and believers wanted to feed him when they ate. It goes without saying that Gojo Wu, but Dazai Osamu's previous performance once made him think that this person could live on canned crab meat. I am very picky about food. If I can't eat it, I will open a can of crab meat.

Osamu Dazai's gaze followed Nanami Kento, and when he saw Nanami open the refrigerator, he immediately let out a voice of surprise.

There are a lot of things in the refrigerator, and all kinds of seasonings are available. Qihai Jianren's hobby is self-cooking. Over time, his cooking skills are almost comparable to professionals.

Osamu Dazai was sitting on the wooden floor comfortably, like a useless husband in the Showa era, but he had a lot of demands.

"I want Kobe beef."

"No."

"Consomme truffles."

"No."

"I'll have bluefin tuna blue lobster pearl sturgeon caviar Belon oysters—"

"nothing."

"Nanami!"

Qihai Jianren was completely indifferent to Osamu Dazai's unreasonable troubles: "I am just an ordinary office worker, relying on wages for income."

He glanced at Osamu Dazai again: "It seems that you will live a very prosperous life in the future."

[Finally, I don't have to worry about him worrying about his livelihood like those down-and-out Chinese young masters. ]

Osamu Dazai lowered his eyes and his face was gloomy. After being rejected, a dark aura immediately lingered around him. At this moment, Gojo Satoru suddenly approached him, and his beautiful blue pupils were very close to him. Osamu Dazai paused After a pause, he pushed up the sunglasses on the bridge of the white-haired man's nose with his fingers to cover his eyes.

"There's something wrong with you," Gojo Satoru said.

Even for Osamu Dazai at this age, speaking in such a delicate and nonsensical tone is not disobedient. Others only thought he was pretending to be unhappy, but Gojo Satoru knew that the shell on the other party finally cracked in an instant Open it a little, and the emotion he captured in an instant was full of killing intent.

It's not quite right to say killing intent, it's more like a lion that has been lazily dozing off for a moment, showing its fangs, looking down at the guy who dared to provoke him, that kind of killing intent is not aimed at anyone, it's just that the authority is being challenged The subsequent indiscriminate oppression.

Osamu Dazai tilted his head, seemingly confused: "What did you say?"

[No matter how many times, I really, really, really hate those eyes. ]

[Things like the six eyes are simply a cheating tool. It is very troublesome to be too sensitive. Fortunately, it will end soon. No matter what, it is still uncomfortable to be stared at by these eyes. ]

"Open your mouth."

Before Gojo Satoru could react, Dazai Osamu had already stuffed a piece of orange into his mouth, it was so sour that he couldn't help wrinkling his face, his fingertips ran across his lips, warm and warm.

Osamu Dazai rubbed his head again, with an intimate expression, inserted his fingers into the light and soft snow-white hair, and laughed lazily.

[Too dull. ]

The white-haired conjurer froze, and his breathing became disordered. The previous Osamu Dazai, who was lying under the skirt of a woman, appeared from the corner again in a very serious manner, categorically saying that they were a couple.

[Isn't it? ]

He always felt that it was impossible for him to attack his students, and he was not that serious about love, at least he could not accept the open sexual relationship of young people nowadays, but judging by this adult Dazai Osamu, it is an untouchable untouchable cat...

[Impossible, absolutely impossible! ]

Six eyes receive information without distinction, which makes it difficult for Gojo Satoru to concentrate on one thing all the time. The reason why he has such an indifferent and calm personality, but at the same time he is too self-indulgent is also related to these eyes.

The white-haired cat sat on the ground with its head down, its whole body tangled up like a hemp rope, the question it originally wanted to ask was interrupted like this, and it was all thrown away.

He looked at Osamu Dazai, then looked away, and after a while, he looked again.

Osamu Dazai literally opened the door to Wujo's new world.

The strongest ceiling in the magic world, before he was kidnapped by Dazai to the bed, he never had the idea of ​​falling in love. He has had countless responsibilities and demands on him since he was born. First, he has no time, and second, he cannot.

The rotten orange in the director's department has nowhere to start from him, so he can only make a breakthrough on his students. If he has a lover, he must be the number one target of the rotten orange. Unless he binds his lover with him, otherwise he will People have to bear the risk of being killed all the time.

So don’t look at Gojo Satoru who seems to know everyone every day, smiling without any sense of distance, but in fact he is not an enthusiastic person, and he may have some emotional barriers. It is easy to become acquainted with him, but you have to go further. It is more difficult than fishing for the moon in the sea.

Gojo Satoru lived to be 28 years old, and his only friend was still Xia Youjie who defected at the age of 16 and was later killed by him himself.

Others are either labeled by him, similar to [students] [classmates], or roughly classified by him into one category - acquaintances, this trait in him can be noticed after spending a little time with him, people who have a good impression of him, In the end, they will give up because the gap between investment and harvest is too large.

To give the simplest example, the first-year students of the technical college call him [Gojo Teacher], the second-year students call him by the nickname [Wu], and the third-year students directly call him [Wujo Satoru].

But now Gojo Satoru didn't pay attention, all he was struggling with was "I can't fall in love with a slutty guy", "My future lover should not be my student", "The future me will be burned out by six eyes Yet"……

And so on.

——Instead of [I can't be a couple with Osamu Dazai. 】

Osamu Dazai glanced in the direction of Gojo Satoru, snorted, and waved his hand at him again, coming over, he said, Gojo Satoru thought about it for a long time but couldn't figure out why, now that Dazai Osamu did the same trick again, he immediately There is a kind of discomfort after being pulled by the cat's tail.

He simply gave up thinking about it, rubbed against Osamu Dazai, lay down on him like a big clingy cat, resting his chin on his skinny shoulder, he groaned: "...what are you doing?"

Osamu Dazai fumbled for a candy from his pocket, and deftly pried open the white-haired man's lips with his fingers, and stuffed the candy inside.

"Do not be angry."