Don't play games with crazy vests

After closing the paper door of Osamu Dazai's bedroom, Hiirago didn't stay where he was. He immediately turned a corner from the corridor, and after making sure that he was out of the range that Osamu Dazai could see, he revealed the fragility that he had suppressed with all his strength before. .

Hiirago's back was slightly bent, his hands unconsciously covered his chest, and he tightly clenched the flat clothes.

Severe pain spread from the heart to every part of the body, and every nerve ending was sending to Hiirago an almost unbearable pain.

Even the air in the breathing space turned into a sharp saw, cutting Hirago's trachea and lungs to the point of scorching heat.

Hiirago leaned against the wall, he could no longer stand alone with his own strength.

Again.

Hiirago kept a posture and waited quietly like this for an unknown amount of time.

The big drops of cold sweat that oozed from his forehead because of the pain slowly trickled down his pale and thin chin onto the wooden board.

The golden eyes, which used to be used to hide the inner emotions with smiles in the past, were now unbearably obscured. A gust of wind blew by, and the sticky clothes that were soaked in cold sweat on the back made Hiirago very uncomfortable.

Several little paper figurines have gathered around Hiirago.

The little paper figurine with a random "1" on the wrist of his left hand stood at the front, waited until Hiiragi no longer reacted to the pain and quickly waved his hand, and brought the little paper people behind him to come up with towels.

Hiirago took a breath, leaned slightly to pick up the towel, and wiped the sweat off his face.

Seemingly seeing Xiaoyi's worry, Hiirago squatted down, looked at Xiaoyi who was looking up at him, stretched out his right hand and flexed his fingers, and flicked Xiaoyi's forehead.

Hiirago's force was very light, Xiao Yi was thrown half a step away and covered his head with his hand.

"fine."

After Hiirago finished speaking, he casually returned the towel to the other little paper figurines standing beside him.

His voice was very weak, and he couldn't tell whether there was any emotion behind Hiirago's words at all.

"got used to."

After a pause, I said the last three words very softly, almost melting into the sound of "rustling" in an instant, almost following the wind blowing over.

The slim onmyoji walks slowly against the wind wearing thin feathers.

His back is lonely and lonely.

But with a strong habit of being stubborn.

Hiirago is a very powerful onmyoji. A long time ago, he also had shikigami.

He even had many original shikigami.

Hiirago has always been a very understanding onmyoji.

He didn't use shikigami as a tool with peace of mind like other normal onmyojis.

Many years ago, when it was so long that Hiakigo forgot the exact time, the young Hiirago had re-planned and expanded his residence specially for his shikigami.

Shikigami don't need to sleep, some like to drink tea and watch the moon, some like to delve into cooking skills, and some want to play chess and read books in the house.

Even the bamboo grove behind the small courtyard has been inhabited by two cold shikigami for a long time.

But at the end of the day, most shikigami prefer to gather in the battle room when they are free.

Their greatest hobbies are nothing more than drinking and fighting.

That's why Hiirago once specially designed a very large battle room, and once spent a lot of time arranging a lot of barriers in this room that would allow the shikigami to fight happily without destroying the room.

Hiirago used to be accompanied by many shikigami, and we all lived in this house to the brim.

Now his body, which has faded from the pain, is slightly sore, and he walks to the hot spring behind the courtyard alone.

No, he has no shikigami long ago.

All the little paper people were created by Hiirago when he was the most lonely and helpless.

Strictly speaking, the little paper man has no life, but it is the only thing that can still entertain him.

Soothed the desolate and lonely heart.

The coat that was loosely draped over Hiirago was torn off by him at will, and his white and delicate toes stepped on the wooden boards, and he passed through the back door of the bathroom to reach the innermost room - this is a changing room.

Apparently, this changing room is specially prepared for the outdoor hot springs. Bathrobes and various towels are hung in the room, and there is also a dirty clothes basket beside it specially used to store a change of clothes.

Hiiragi had been sweating a lot because of the severe pain just now, and urgently needed to change out of the uncomfortable clothes stuck to his body, but the little paper people had already tacitly divided the labor, and prepared a whole set of clean clothes for Hiiragi here.

Every time Hiirago experienced almost unbearable pain, he would come to the open-air hot spring behind the small courtyard to take a dip. This habit has lasted for a long time, and everyone knows it.

The natural open-air hot spring was filled with mist, and the warm spring water flowed over the skin, which soothed Hiirago's tensed muscles due to the previous pain.

Hiiragigo's body is covered with a thin layer of muscles, and the muscle lines all over his body are very beautiful.The spring water flowed over Hiirago's waist, looming in the white mist.

It wasn't until soaking in the hot spring that Hiirago completely relaxed, and unconsciously let out a small moan.

Hiiragi felt that he was able to recover from every pain by relying on this natural hot spring.

Hiirago slid down, trying to submerge himself in the spring water.

Feeling the water level swaying on the tip of his nose vaguely, Hiiragi used his own unique method to relax.

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, and finally they all turned into the same firm determination - must get rid of Osamu Dazai's thoughts.

Nothing is more important than being alive.

Hiirago has been insisting on living.

Although he no longer knows how long he has lived.

Hiirago's thoughts were interrupted by a boy who jumped into the hot spring.

Osamu Dazai is not one to sit still.

Especially when he has a certain purpose in mind, he acts very fast.

Osamu Dazai was almost on the verge of discovering the anomaly that Hiiragi had deliberately concealed, but the signal was finally concealed by Hiirago.

But Hiirago didn't know how Dazai Osamu slipped into the hot spring.

Hirago would experience bone-piercing pain every three weeks, and the period of fatigue after the pain subsided was when he was most restless.

This is a rare period of weakness for Hiirago, he has not yet gotten used to having an extra human in the house, so he subconsciously let go of his defenses.

I never expected Osamu Dazai to appear.

He actually slipped in here without Hiiragigo noticing.

The tip of his nose was filled with the smell of sulfur from the hot springs, and Hiirago didn't even have the retreat to subconsciously try to dive himself into the water.

Hiirago simply sat up with his hands propped up.

Osamu Dazai directly saw a white, naked chest through the hazy mist.

...is pink.

Some kind of unexplained hot air rushed directly to Osamu Dazai's head, and he pressed it down hard.

Dazai Osamu unconsciously licked the corner of his mouth, he looked at Hiirago with deep and heavy eyes, not like a young boy at all.

He knew that Hiirago looked like a slender young man with a sense of oriental fragility, which did not match his real age at all.

It is also completely different from the gentle character he has always shown.

Beautiful indeed.

The world has always been like this.

I always like to give some people excessive favoritism, never any fairness, favoritism is...disgusting.

Although Osamu Dazai felt that he was also the one who was favored, it didn't prevent him from complaining, or even getting tired of it.

Unexpectedly close to the puberty problem child that Hiirago said.

It's just that people in the past faced the crushing of Osamu Dazai's IQ, and they really couldn't imagine that such "down-to-earth" behavior would appear in Osamu Dazai.

Osamu Dazai was thinking of some diversionary nonsense.

He looked away slightly as if unintentionally, and looked directly up at Hiirago's eyes: "What a coincidence."

Osamu Dazai spoke calmly.

Hiirago has never seen Osamu Dazai being bullied with extra emotions.

Depression when suicide fails does not count.

Hiirago sat in the hot spring pool, raised his head slightly to meet Osamu Dazai who was standing not far away.

He likes Dazai's eyes very much.

It was a pair of beautiful iris gemstones.

Under the seemingly ordinary appearance, there is a certain existence that can almost touch the essence of the world.

Profound, unknown, even scary.

Many people don't like meeting Dazai's eyes.

Although Osamu Dazai hides it very well, he is still young, and he always has a strange and cold temperament that can't help but reveal it.

This special temperament has nothing to do with Osamu Dazai's acting skills.

It is the only window through which Osamu Dazai's barren and dark heart can be vented.

All the human beings who stared at him couldn't bear the truth revealed by Osamu Dazai.

So they will dodge subconsciously, even afraid to meet their eyes.

But Hiirago likes it.

Hiirago liked these eyes very much when he and Dazai Osamu, who was awake, looked at each other for the first time.

Hiirago saw much more in Osamu Dazai than anyone else.

Osamu Dazai revealed a "dead breath" all over his body.

He has no attachment to the world.

Not afraid of death at all, naturally there is no fear, and one after another loses perception and interest in the world.

All the ups and downs of emotions mean nothing to this bright boy.

Osamu Dazai was wasting his life wantonly.

Hiirago knew this very well, so his first impression of Osamu Dazai was very bad, even angry.

It is too difficult for a teenager with this kind of problem to be cured.

—but those eyes were different.

The pair of kite-colored gemstones revealed a ray of Dazai Osamu's true thoughts.

It is different from the randomness shown.

Osamu Dazai's real emotion is a thick and unbreakable black.

It just so happens that Hiirago is the least afraid of the dark.

He travels in the dark all day long.

Hiirago has long embraced the indescribable nature of the world.

If Osamu Dazai is a human form intentionally poured out with most of the purest malice.

Then Hiirago is the one who suffocated and drowned once in the sea of ​​malice.

Hiirago was born to die, walking alone in the malicious desert all day long.

The gravel hit his face, but he didn't care.

Hiirago always believed that the darkness that appeared in the kite-colored eyes was Osamu Dazai's "self" asking him for help.

Hiirago never thought about whether this idea would be possible—it was just that he was being sentimental.

That's it.

Hiirago never needs to know this, no matter how much he pretends to be gentle, the things engraved in his bones will not be changed.

Hiirago is used to being domineering.

He has always been absolute in doing things, and this character cannot be changed no matter what.

If Hirago could change, what happened back then would not have happened, and he wouldn't have to experience pain worse than death every three weeks.

Hiirago is sick.

He is paranoid and stubborn, domineering and arrogant, no matter how gentle and considerate he pretends to be, he is still sick.

But he never considered himself an outlier.

Hiiragi felt that he was a normal person.

A normal person who drives away all the servants and lives alone in the mountains.

The only existence that can communicate is a group of little paper people created by myself.

Hiirago looked at the bruises on Dazai Osamu's neck that were newly added today, squinted his eyes, and even his smile was very similar to the warm mist: "What a coincidence."

The two greeted each other friendly, and it seemed that the initial friendship was well established.

Osamu Dazai thinks Hiirago has a good figure.

Nothing like the ugly nudity he'd seen in a sleazy magazine or some kind of DVD he wasn't supposed to watch.

Too pretty to be human.

Hiirago didn't know what Dazai Osamu was thinking in his heart, and thought that Dazai Osamu had let go of the twist in his heart.

——Twist about him interrupting Osamu Dazai's suicide just now.

But Hiirago would never think of Osamu Dazai's thoughts now.

Osamu Dazai was actually curious.

Hiirago looks very different from other humans.

Osamu Dazai walked to the edge of the hot spring, and he stretched out his foot to touch the hot spring water in the pool.

You can smell a stronger smell of sulfur in your breath, and the water temperature in the pool is slightly hot, which is just a comfortable temperature for soaking.

Hiirago stretched his waist, raised a section of arm that was so white that it was almost glistening, and pointed to the changing room: "Go over there to change clothes. There are bathrobes in the closet, all of which are clean."

Osamu Dazai was still wearing the shirt from the suicide experiment just now, which really didn't look like a suit for a hot spring.

The path from the small courtyard to the hot spring pool is of course not just the changing room.

Osamu Dazai came through a hidden path from the side corridor.

Hiiragi found this out.

This obviously means that Osamu Dazai has a very clear understanding of the layout of the entire house.

But he asked Osamu Dazai to change his clothes, which is to acquiesce in Osamu Dazai's move in a disguised form.

Osamu Dazai received Hiirago's subtext.

He raised the corner of his mouth and returned a fake smile: "Okay."

He obediently walked towards the changing room that Hiiragi Gogo pointed to.

Osamu Dazai, who was caught by his tail, showed the cleverness of a smart person.

Osamu Dazai listened to Hiirago's reminder and prepared to change clothes, saying that he chose to compromise for the time being.

Hiirago knew that Osamu Dazai had figured out the layout of the entire room.

Osamu Dazai also understood Hiiragigo's warning hidden under the gentle reminder.

Hiirago is not a gentle person.

Osamu Dazai knew this from the moment he was rescued to the moment he opened his eyes and saw Hiirago.

Osamu Dazai knew very well that Hiirago was ill.

Not only sick, but also a very annoying hypocrite.

The two of them didn't mention it now, and they won't mention it in the future that Osamu Dazai was trying to figure out the layout of the room.

This round is considered a draw.

He figured out the layout, but was discovered and warned by Hiirago in advance.

Hiirago's patience is limited, and Osamu Dazai knows that if he is discovered one or two more times, what awaits him will no longer be a mild warning.

But that's for the future, what does it have to do with the present?

There are many yukatas prepared in the changing room, and the unusually large battle room here and there is enough for Osamu Dazai to discover another secret.

Osamu Dazai actually didn't want to know too much.

Knowing too much would make his leaving much harder.

But he couldn't stop these clues from being presented to him brightly one after another.

Osamu Dazai suspected that Hiirago did this on purpose.

Whether it is to rest assured that he can explore the terrain, or there is a whole row of bathrobes in the changing room.

These are just men's yukatas. Osamu Dazai still has two rows of wardrobes that he hasn't opened, and there are probably more clothes in them.

Osamu Dazai found out on the way here that there is an identical women's changing room next door, but it has been sealed off now.

Hiirago alone can't wear so many.

Not to mention the women's changing room next door, Dazai Osamu doesn't think Hiirago has any special hobbies.

These are all things that Hiirago wanted Dazai Osamu to know.

It's information that no fool can ignore.

Unless Osamu Dazai is willing to play a fool to this point - these are the bathrobes worn by the little paper figurines.

The joke is not funny at all.

Osamu Dazai brushed over a row of clean bathrobes neatly hung in the closet, seemingly casually, but actually chose the only navy blue dress inside that had never been worn.

Osamu Dazai put on his clothes without haste, and the thinking in his mind never stopped.

Many people once lived in this place.

Osamu Dazai put on his slippers and opened the door to go back to the hot spring.

No, none of the people who lived here before were human.

The Tsushima family is a famous family, and the family residence occupies a large area. Osamu Dazai is very familiar with this kind of Japanese-style building complex.

Where I live, the kitchen and dining room are relatively small compared to the residences of other famous families.

Or it is too small.

It seems that it was established only to satisfy the stipulation of no more than three people or the cooking hobbies of some people.

There is no other restaurant here, and there are only three bedrooms necessary for rest.

——Onmyoji needs shikigami.

Osamu Dazai took off his shoes and stepped into the hot spring pool.

At this time, Zhongwu was closing his eyes, and raised his head slightly until half of his body was leaning against a huge rock on his back, as if he was closing his eyes and resting his mind.

Hiirago is very pleased that Osamu Dazai agreed to the invitation to have sex with him.

He thinks this can enhance the relationship.

Only when the relationship is stable can he better help adolescents solve their psychological problems.

Hiirago didn't even care about Dazai Osamu's behavior of walking directly into the hot spring just now.

Osamu Dazai sat in the pool, wrapped in warm spring water, breathing the moist air through his nose, his thoughts blurred in an instant.

But Osamu Dazai was very clear.

"Hirogo used to have many shikigami."

"He lived here with those shikigami, but in the end the shikigami disappeared."

betray?escape?Or were they all killed?

A dim light flickered in Dazai Osamu's eyes.

No, neither is quite right.

Hiirago cherishes life very much.

His attitude to being alive has become almost a morbid obsession.

That's the other reason.

In line with the cause of this metamorphosis...

Hiirago's sneer brought Osamu Dazai back from his thoughts.

"What are you thinking about?"

Hiiragi suddenly spoke.

His voice, which was lazily soaked in the hot spring, was low and hoarse, and it sounded with an unintentional but very provocative sense of impatience.

Osamu Dazai remained silent.

He doesn't like to deal with Hiirago.

But Hiirago said to him inexplicably: "Because I am..."

"Weird."