my brother is scumbag

104.

In the middle of the night, I was awakened.

When I opened my eyes, I was caught in a scene where the four eyes met.

familiar scene.

familiar time.

familiar place.

At some point, he broke in through the door, and Dazai, who had been standing beside my bed for a long time, stared at me quietly.

I said calmly, "Ah, I'm back."

Dazai's face immediately stretched so long that I even had the urge to pick up a ruler to measure it.

He seemed dissatisfied with my answer and snorted heavily.

"Ah, I knew that Yui-chan is a playful guy, not only will you be confused by that little guy in Chuya, but even my fake one can get your attention." Wife caught husband climbing wall.

I:"???"

I'll give you one more chance to say my words well.

105.

Dazai left angrily, and he didn't know whether it was on purpose or not, and left without closing my door.

So I was awakened and sat on the edge of the bed. Through the opened door, I could see him walking back to his own room with heavy steps and slamming the door.

I:"……"

Pinching the bridge of my nose, I sighed, got up, walked to the door and closed it.

Then I went back to bed, but instead of falling asleep, I stared at my pillow.

After staring at it for more than ten seconds, I hesitated and stretched out my hand to grope inside the pillow.

As a result, a bug was found.

I stared at it, lost in thought.

If I remember correctly, there was no such thing right before I went to bed.

So the guy who was able to approach me while I was sleeping, and installed a bug on the pillow, the place closest to my head, could guess who it was with his toes.

106.

If things like bugs come from Dazai, then once you find out the first one, it means that the second one, and the third one is not far away.

Like a cockroach.

After this, I found a dozen more bugs in my bedroom.

Desk bottom.

under the bed.

door.

And so on.

Except that there is no such gadget in my bathroom, I can find it in every imaginable and unexpected corner.

Question marks slowly rose in my head.

On the first day Dazai came back, he had the urge to beat him.

107.

In the end, I crushed all the bugs I found with my bare hands.

After picking up the last bug, the face of Dazai I just saw by the moonlight floated in my mind.

Heavy dark circles.

Visibly thinned many cheeks.

So I paused while pinching the bug.

108.

As soon as he returned to his bedroom, Dazai picked up a pair of earphones and put them on his head.

He was lying on the bed, looking at the ceiling, listening to the movement from the earphones.

Very light footsteps.

Door closing sound.

Finally, there was the slight rustling sound of someone sitting on the bed.

Not long after, he heard the sound of breathing getting closer.

Then there was a crackling sound, the bug could no longer work, and the earphones returned to silence.

This silence made Dazai think of his feeling in another world, sitting in that top office.

The line of her lips straightened at this moment, and a sense of emptiness appeared in her iris-colored eyes.

But soon, he lowered his eyelashes, hummed an unknown song, and adjusted the frequency of the earphone slowly, so the earphone was connected to another bug at work again.

The sound of footsteps became more and more obvious in the earphones, and then there was another click.

109.

The second one.

Dazai counted silently in his heart, and then changed another wiretapping channel.

Back and forth.

until the last one.

Dazai heard the sizzle coming from the bug.

It was like the noise produced by a bug being pinched with a fingertip.

Dazai's breathing involuntarily became lighter, and the drooping eyelashes trembled, revealing a trace of the emotion in his heart.

The buzzing noise in the earphones disappeared.

The sound of breathing belonging to another person became obvious, and it was clearly transmitted to his ears through the earphones.

The clicking sound never came again.

Dazai raised his hand and pressed the headset.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly.

110.

On Dazai's first day back to work, he skipped work.

The reason for skipping work is that his favorite brand of canned crab meat is new, and he thinks he can't miss it.

Everyone accepted Dazai's reasons for skipping work well, and even felt that Dazai was finally back to normal.

When asked: "After all, Mr. Dazai who works hard is really very uncomfortable."

Say something.

I think Dazai should really reflect on the fact that skipping work has become his personal characteristic.

People like me and Chuya, who work hard, have the urge to harden their fists.

It is clear that Zai, the leader of the same body next door, can become a hard-working Zai.

Half an hour later, Zhongya, who was discussing mafia affairs with me, heard a text message from his pocket. He took out his mobile phone and looked at it, with blue veins popping out of his forehead.

"Dazai——!"

The familiar roar sounded from the mafia building.

Because Chuya's card was stolen by Dazai again.

111.

I propped my jaw and sighed.

what.

What a familiar scene.

112.

Dazai who swaggered back to the mafia building was naturally caught by Chuya, who chased him to beat him.

Officer Ozaki watched the wild scene, smiled and said to me: "It feels like I haven't seen this kind of scene for a long time."

I nodded.

Although the leader Zai also likes to tease Zhongya, but he always seems to have a heavy weight on his body, so it is rare for him to fight with Zhongya so vigorously in the mafia building.

Finally Dazai slipped behind me, poked his head out and pointed at Nakaya slightly.

"Ha, why did Chuya force me to work and limit my freedom?"

He said confidently:

"I swiped Zhongye's card because this is Zhongye's compensation to me."

"Who will limit the freedom of you idiot mackerel?!"

Chuya roared angrily, looking angry and bewildered.

Probably only I know the meaning of Dazai's words.

113.

A week after Dazai came back, I saw that the dark circles under his eyelids not only did not disappear, but became more and more obvious——

I slowly typed a question mark.

Then finally couldn't help but grabbed him and asked him carefully.

"Have you been playing games all night?"

I asked this question suspiciously, wondering if this was a new method of suicide that Dazai had found.

—Sudden death through continuous overnight.

Dazai shook his head, blinking his eyes innocently.

"No."

He swears that every night he lies in bed and closes his eyes.

I looked at his thick dark circles and thought I would be an idiot if I believed it.

Under my gaze, Dazai casually added.

"Just can't sleep."

114.

His tone sounded contemptuous, as if it was nothing more than a trivial matter.

It seemed that he himself didn't care whether he could sleep or not.

And I already frowned because of his words.

Insomnia?

But obviously I have already left a bug, so is it useless?

People suffer when they lack sleep.

If it continues, this guy will definitely die suddenly.

115.

I drove this guy home and ordered him to give me sleep.

Dazai looked reluctant, "But I can't sleep at all." In order to show that he doesn't need this kind of sleep recovery method, he even offered to sit in the office and deal with paperwork instead of throwing them at the office. His subordinates or Zhongye.

I dismissed his words, saying that the matter was not discussed.

When Dazai was silent, I withdrew my gaze and continued to work on it. It didn't take long before I heard the sound of chair legs rubbing against the floor.

He pulled a chair and sat across from my desk, resting his head on the table, staring at me without blinking.

"I have something to say." I said without looking up.

"Is Yui-chan caring about me?" He asked.

"Well, after all, it would be too embarrassing if the news that the cadres of Mafia died suddenly due to lack of sleep spread to other organizations."

Dazai groaned, pretending not to hear my sarcasm, and made his own conclusions.

"So, the purpose of Yui-chan is to make me fall asleep?"

I nodded casually, while processing the work, while waiting for his next words.

Dazai continued: "Then, as long as I can fall asleep, it doesn't matter what method I use, right?"

116.

The movement of my pen tip paused, I raised my head, and looked at him.

Dazai looked at me without guilt, looking very cute.

"Where did I say something wrong?"

...not at all.

This is indeed what I want to achieve.

I'm just a little curious about Dazai's next behavior.

The moment I nodded, the corners of Dazai's mouth curled up into a smile.

He said briskly:

"Since this is the case, there is no need to go home, and this result can be achieved."

"This is what you promised me, Yui-chan."

"No matter what method is used, as long as I fall asleep, it will be fine."

117.

Under my gaze, Dazai stood up, dragged the chair, circled the desk, and finally stopped beside me, straightened the chair, and sat down again.

The distance between me and him couldn't be closer, almost shoulder to shoulder, knee to knee.

Me: "Don't you think you're too close, you can't even stretch your hands and feet?"

Dazai: "This distance is convenient."

After saying this, he tilted his body, leaned his head, and leaned on my shoulder.

"Hey--"

My shoulder was heavy, but fortunately it was not the side where I was holding the pen, otherwise there would probably be a long black line on the document.

"Ah, so sleepy, so sleepy~"

Dazai murmured, and while talking, he rubbed his face against my shoulder, and soon stopped moving.

I turned my head and found that he had closed his eyes.

At first I thought he was pretending to be asleep, but I found out that he was really asleep.

Falling asleep was faster than I could have imagined.

Ah, this guy.

I stared at the dark circles under his eyes that became more and more obvious because of his fair skin after he closed his eyes, and couldn't help but click my tongue softly.

After recalling what he did, I noticed the subtlety of it.

Did he do it on purpose?

Although aware of this, in the end I just retracted my gaze and let him sleep next to me without choosing to push him away.

how to say……

I sighed.

It is impossible to return the mackerel that I exchanged for myself.