I am a writer in the world of sorcery

Gojo Satoru stared at Osamu Dazai with wide eyes.

The bright and beautiful glow of the setting sun fell generously on this man, fell into his eyes, and covered his beautifully shaped lips.

...a delicate child small enough to sit on an arm.

The pale young man could easily be held in his arms. He was as thin as a bony cat. When he smiled, his lips lined gracefully. His wrist bones were thin, and he held hands that felt a bit awkward.

Red scarf and black coat, black suit and black leather shoes, a man who lowers his eyes and smiles gently and beautifully.

All the time in Dazai Osamu's life was compressed into a flash, and Gojo Satoru suddenly tightened his arms, but as if he was afraid of hurting him, he hugged him vaguely. He hugged him and buried him on the side of his neck, like a child Beg for candy.

"...can you stay a little longer?"

Just like a dragon who peeks at his future treasure in advance, even if he knows that he still has to go to the maze to find this gem, but if he wants to let go of his tail when miraculously possessing it in advance, no matter how nimble a person is, he will delay and delay. Ken let go.

The white-haired man always carries candy with him, and loves sweets. Over time, his body has a fluffy atmosphere unique to dessert shops, but the person he is holding is immersed in rust and gunpowder smoke all day long. He rubbed his face against the man. The tip of her hair, the skin that touches is icy cold, but it feels as if she is being burned.

Osamu Dazai casually turned his face to the side, looking at the setting sun that was about to fall into the horizon, and smiled softly.

"not good."

Gojo Satoru was silent for a while: "The eclipse technique is more complicated, I need some time."

"The effect of this spell on you is similar to that of a lasso, so that it manifests as the effect of time disorder. I can only break it layer by layer. As time goes by, the spell will become more and more unstable." Gojo Satoru stretched out his hand and squeezed A complicated spell: "Most of my spells don't require seals, so I'm not proficient in this kind of problem."

Osamu Dazai looked at him with a smile: "I really can only count on you to be able to do this."

Gojo Satoru took a step back, reluctantly focused on the spell, Six Eyes spontaneously absorbed information, and he tried in the way of a curse-breaker that he had learned in the Gojo family classics.

When the last point of support was left in the technique and it was already precarious, Dazai Osamu's expression suddenly turned serious, his jaw tightened, he stood up imperceptibly, and made a stop gesture to Gojo Satoru.

"I suddenly remembered that I still have something to do." He put his hands back into his pockets, and his attitude was extremely frank: "Personal matters, I need you to avoid them for a while."

"After all, I also have some secrets that I don't want people to know." Dazai Osamu said with a smile: "Although I can find an excuse to distract you, I don't think it is necessary to lie to you, but you are really sure about this matter now. Not fit to know."

"--Believe me."

In front of Dazai Osamu's unquestionable attitude, Gojo Satoru paused, and nodded in agreement.

He is not a character who cares about people. Even if he has a bad personality, he will not disrespect the wishes of others and insist on asking to stay when the other party obviously resists.

Many people think that Wujo Satoru is particularly difficult to deal with, but in fact, regardless of his personality, he is a very easy person to get along with.

It is enough to be straightforward.

When Gojo Satoru left, Osamu Dazai put away his smile and stared straight ahead, maintaining the previous posture without moving.

"Come out." He said coldly.

……

"Now you are much sharper than before."

The overwhelming sense of oppression, the murderous aura almost turned into substance, fell on the skin, and it hurt like a needle prick.

"Is it because you have been locked up in the house for a long time? Or have you learned a lesson after being shot through?"

A figure suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. The handsome man with white hair and eyelashes followed Dazai Osamu's habit, bent his eyes lightly, and looked down at him.

Dazai Osamu was a little dazed for a moment, but the next second, his face was more ugly than ever.

Gojo Satoru tilted his head in an unclear manner, and stretched out his hand to hold Osamu Dazai's neck.

"Five—!"

The man suddenly tightened his fingers.

The rest of the sentence suddenly turned into a hoarse breath, stuck in the trachea.

The blood vessels at the tentacles were pulsating slightly, full of vitality, Gojo Satoru grabbed the delicate Adam's apple, pressed Osamu Dazai on the edge of the roof, increasing his strength little by little.

He asked softly, "How about you die a day early?"

Osamu Dazai struggled to raise his hand, his fingers tightly held the man's wrist, his breathing became more and more difficult, his nails embedded in the flesh, leaving deep marks, no matter how hard he struggled, that hand remained motionless like steel cast in copper .

——The power gap is too big.

His pupils shrank violently, and the rapid lack of oxygen caused his vision to gradually blur. In the few moments of waking up left, he could hear Gojo Satoru's smiling voice, light and floating, staying in his ears, like a lover's hand Love language between.

"...Anyway, you always want to die, and it doesn't make any difference to you if you die one day earlier or one day later."

Sharp tinnitus, dizzy colors flashed in front of my eyes, and finally fell into darkness, my arms lost strength and hung down softly.

Looking at the unconscious Dazai Osamu, Gojo Satoru let go of his hand, stared at him, and smiled slowly.

"rule?"