Leader Zai and Despair Raids the World

After Gojo Satoru struggled with himself for a while, he finally chose the playground in Tokyo.

"..." Dazai was silent for a moment, and agreed with a subtle connivance.

(?)

(I always feel that today's teacher is super easy to talk to)

Even Gojo Satoru was startled, but then, with the sharp intuition that belongs to the predator, he quickly seized this opportunity.

(Although I feel a little nervous for unknown reasons)

(but!!!)

(How could I not seize such a rare opportunity?!)

The boy thought so confidently, and took the teacher to the commercial street to dress up again.

(It happened that I hadn’t enjoyed it before——!!)

Dazai looked down at him with an expression of not knowing what to say.

"I thought you knew what I meant by putting on this suit again, Mr. Wu."

The man who buried himself in the darkness quietly pointed this out.

"I know—I know!!"

Gojo Satoru lost his temper a little, raised his head and glared at the teacher angrily: "I just don't want you to be like this! Really, teacher, you should be a little self-conscious now and then!"

He pushed the teacher into the locker room, picked out a suit himself, and kept thinking:

"Besides, we're going to the playground today? A playground of joy and fantasy?"

"Even if it's just for one day—"

"Teacher, I hope you can be truly happy!"

Maybe you heard it, maybe you didn't.

After all, Dazai did not reject today's Gojo Satoru.

He slowly straightened the ivory black shirt on his upper body, rolled up the cuffs a few times with his slender fingers, exposing the bandage on his thin wrist.

After a pause, Dazai looked at the full-length mirror, raised his neck slightly, and unbuttoned the first two buttons.

Then he changed into silver-gray striped casual trousers, leather boots, and fashionable sneakers that exposed his ankles.

A pair of non-prescribing black-rimmed glasses was quietly placed on the table.

Dazai lightly touched the glasses with his fingertips, but when he raised his head, the self in the mirror was looking back with a cold gaze.

"..."

The man raised his hand and touched the mirror with his cold fingers.

The left eye covered by the bandage, and the lifeless right eye stared at himself outside the mirror.

"........."

Dazai suddenly smiled briefly.

This smile was full of sarcasm—sarcasm of his hypocritical and disgusting self.

(but)

(Only for today--)

He picked up the glasses and hung them on the front pocket of his shirt. Immediately afterwards, he combed his fluffy black hair with his fingers, patted his cheeks lightly, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.

——When he opened his eyes again, a faint smile appeared in the pupils of the kite.

No matter how indifferent the look on Dazai's face, he no longer looks like the port mafia leader who made people subconsciously dare not approach, imposing and imposing.

Standing here is only the 22-year-old, young, thin, and simple Osamu Dazai.

Push the door and go out.The boy who also changed into a handsome shirt and trousers was standing there with great vigor, waiting for his teacher.

"Wow!" Gojo Satoru made no effort to hide his surprise and surprise, and immediately leaned over with bright eyes, stood beside the teacher and looked up at him.

"It's great, it's very suitable for the teacher! Next time I remove the bandage and put on the glasses, it will definitely look better~~~"

The boy saved this expectation for the next time, happily sticking close to the teacher and setting off for the playground together.

【Barrage:

"?! I actually waited until this day in my lifetime?!?!"

"5t5! Forever God!!"

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo."

"What are you talking about, I am only 22 years old—"

"He himself doesn't want to be the leader of the port mafia! It's too hard! My heart hurts?!"

"Ah, the action of reaching out to touch the bandage in the mirror made my heart ache."

"I think of someone..."

"I must be thinking of someone......"

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh

"I just want to brag about the leader Jae and Young 5, they look really nice in clothes."

"It looks good no matter which outfit I wear, I am a natural clothes shelf - no, I am in admiration!!"

"Left you have exposed hhhh"

"It's so rare, these two people still have a day to go to the amusement park! I'm so excited?!"

"But... to be honest, I always have a bad feeling..."

"Honestly. Me too. It seems that the flag has been set without knowing it... I'm a little scared..."

"Yes. I don't know why, but I also feel a little cold in the back."

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo times!"

"No knives no knives no knives just sugar!! Look, they've all arrived—"

"Ah, Osamu Dazai! This man is so damn charming!!"]

This barrage is not wrong.

Osamu Dazai, who has peeled off the shell of "the leader of the port mafia", gives people a feeling of "approachable" after a long absence.

The expression on that Junxiu face was indifferent, but when he lowered his eyes to look at the boy beside him, there was some imperceptible and precious gentleness.

When walking lazily, looking at it makes people—for some reason—itch in the bottom of my heart, like a feather brushing lightly.

Especially when standing still, holding the ticket between the index finger and middle finger of the right hand, looking up and squinting to read the viewing instructions, the girls passing by couldn't help but stop.

—He looked almost glowing in the warm sun.

The girls were agitated for a while, and when they were about to pluck up the courage to come closer, Gojo Satoru poked his head out from Dazai's right.

The boy with white hair and blue eyes took a deep breath, and stared at the girls away with his cold eyes.

When he raised his head again in a fit of rage, he was meeting Dazai's smiling pupils:

"If you're so confused, what should you do when you grow up?" She teased softly.

——It's hard to believe that this gentle gesture actually appeared on Dazai Osamu.

Wujo Satoru understood in an instant: why the girls were dazzled by this.

And following instinct, he raised his hand and grabbed Dazai's wrist.

After thinking about it, his fingers slid down the bandage, and for the first time, he held Dazai's hand.

(a little cool)

This was the first thought that crossed my mind.

(The teacher's hand is not that big either)

Almost subconsciously.

(...not rejected)

The idea was long overdue.

(Then, is it okay, then——)

"No." The teacher who can see through people's hearts interrupted him, "Don't push yourself too hard, Mr. Wu."

Even so, for a moment, Dazai didn't shake off the boy's hand.

"Okay. Let's see what you want to play."

Even the sound is no longer frozen like ancient ice.

(…………)

(like dreaming)

Gojo Satoru grasped Sensei's hand tightly as if unconsciously.

Like holding a handful of colorless water.

Like grabbing a handful of fine sand.

(Do not)

(this is the truth)

(I will never allow it)

(Anyone, anything, destroy———)

The boy raised his face, his smile was very bright, without any haze.

"Let's play teacup spinner first!"

"?"

Dazai was surprised, "I thought you would choose the roller coaster first?"

Gojo Satoru blinked his blue eyes, "Come one by one!" The boy silently calculated the degree of stimulation that the teacher could accept, and said plausibly: "And, and, isn't the color of the rotating teacup very cute? I like eating horses. Caron!"

After a moment of silence, Dazai didn't say anything, and let him drag him away.

The one who has never played anything is actually Osamu Dazai.

Having chosen that path, he even rarely had the chance to bask in the sun for as long as four years.

——Walking in the sea of ​​happy people like this now, Dazai undoubtedly felt that he was out of place.

—He is a lonely clown on stage.

But Dazai let himself feel this, savor this, enjoy this.

He is willing to sit in the rotating teacup with his students and melt into a piece of sweet color.

He is willing to wait in a long line slowly to buy two cotton candy in the shape of cartoons.

He is willing to sit on a canoe-shaped bench and let the sun cover his body.

At this time, Dazai heard a small call:

"Ah! Big brother! It's big brother—!"

That is, the voice of thousands of generations.

The girl who had just been involved in the cruel curse master incident a few days ago and was slowly recovering was holding her mother's hand and standing under a tree not far away.

After raising his head and saying something to his mother, Qian Shi ran over quickly.

Her face was flushed, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on her forehead from having fun, and when the girl couldn't help laughing because she saw Dazai, even her eyes were bent into two crescent moons with joy.

She was very happy, and she spoke lightly and quickly, not at all the frightened and cowering appearance that day.

"It's great that big brother is fine! I, ah, and two other little brothers, although I really wanted to wait that day, but the other uncles who came later sent us to the hospital—"

Qian Shi bravely recalled what happened that day, but was still a little confused.

"—But I don't know why, my mother doesn't remember being captured by the monster, she thought she got separated from me."

In fact, the girl whose memory was partially blurred by the conjurer still couldn't understand what happened.

She just remembers—

"I want to say thank you to you! Big Brother!"

However, after hearing these words, the eldest brother lowered his eyes slightly.

That expression reminded Qian Shi of how he smelled the aroma of freshly baked cookies and wanted to make a move, but was afraid of being burned.

"There's no need to thank me."

The eldest brother said quietly, his voice still faint.But Qianshi is not afraid of him at all.

"—you should really hate me."

"If it wasn't for threatening me, you wouldn't have been involved in this matter at all."

"However. It's too tiring to 'hate' someone all your life. So..."

The eldest brother smiled lightly, as if to himself or to others, and shook his head slightly:

"It's better to forget about me."

Qian Shi didn't understand the meaning of the big brother's words, she just smiled gratefully with a child's stubbornness and a pure heart:

"Don't forget it!"

"Thanks to big brother for saving me—"

"Now, I have the opportunity to grow into a lovely little lady!"

As if infected by this happiness, the eldest brother also smiled slightly.