get out of my yokohama

The dark curtains blocked the morning light tightly, and the room was neat and clean. Not far away was a bed against the wall, on which lay a black-haired young man curled up like a baby, and his sleeping face was as clean as a child.

He quietly opened his eyes, like a flower bud slowly unfolding its petals, he kept this posture for a long time without any light in his eyes.

"Good morning, Dazai-san."

The girl's soft and sweet voice came from above. Osamu Dazai looked over and saw the girl's eyes downcast and smiling slightly. Because of lowering his head, a strand of black hair fell down from his sideburns. He couldn't help reaching out his hand to touch the girl. The mischievous strands of hair, the beautiful illusions rippled in circles, and disappeared at his fingertips.

No surprises, and it wasn't the first time he had hallucinations.

He shrank into the quilt until the residual temperature made the fingertips of the awakened dream warm again before getting out of bed.

This is the fourth year of Hill's death.

Wash up, get dressed, eat canned crab meat, and go out.

What are you going to do today?

He was bored thinking.

What are the consequences of indulging yourself in the gentle countryside?

That is, no matter what you do, there is that person's shadow.

Those are the sounds that ring in one's ears when one eats canned crabmeat.

"The cans are running out in the fridge."

"I'll go buy it later."

"what happened?"

"Canned crab meat or something, I mean Mr. Dazai's favorite food is delicious, but you can't eat this all the time."

"and then?"

"If, if you don't mind, how about I come to prepare three meals for you?"

...Who will supervise his eating now?

Walking alone on the road, I always feel that I can see her when I turn around.

She followed behind him step by step, stepping on his shadow quietly, and when he turned his head, her body stiffened and she showed a flattering smile.

"Hey, Mr. Dazai, I'm not stepping on your shadow."

... He walked through the retrograde crowd, and no one had anything to do with him.

Sitting in the coffee shop, looking at the coffee gradually fascinated.

"I'm thirsty."

"I'll buy you something to drink."

"Coffee with a lot of creamer, and iced ones, but if you want iced ones, it's best to have no □□, double sugar!"

"Ah, please speak slowly, there is no... just wait a moment!"

There is no waiting. The little girl who bought coffee will not see her Mr. Dazai when she comes back. It looks like you can only find it along the river.

"I just didn't look at you for a while, why did you jump into the river? It's so cold, I can't drink cold coffee, I'll make ginger soup for you when I go back."

...Then you just keep looking at me.

Drifting in the river as usual, making his body temperature as cold as the river, no one pays attention to him, no one fishes him up while nagging.

Occasionally he maintains guns.

"Now, kill him."

"I?"

"You want to be my direct subordinate? Don't you even have the courage to kill someone?"

Her hand holding the gun was shaking all the time, and she could release an empty gun at a distance of half a meter. Mr. Traitor, whose jaw was damaged by biting the blue brick, suddenly got up and ran away. He sighed, hugged her from behind, and covered her with his hands. Above her hand, pulling the trigger.

The world is quiet.

He looked at the girl who fell on the ground, his eyes were deep and emotionless.

see it?This is his world, how far can you go?

how much can you payHow long can it last?

Sitting in front of the computer, he was slightly distracted while typing the report.

"Hill, come and help me write the summary."

"Yes."

He left, but the monitor he kept was still in the office.

He heard the voice of Nakaya's slug.

"Why haven't you left so late?... Isn't that Dazai's job? Do everything for him, are you his dog?"

He paused slightly with his fingers tapping the earphone, his heart was suspended, curious about her answer.

"I'm Mr. Dazai's subordinate, so it's only natural to do this. Besides, Mr. Nakahara doesn't have anyone he likes, right?"

"what?"

"Love a person like this, care about him, take care of him, I am happy when he is happy, Mr. Dazai left early to see Mr. Oda and Mr. Sakaguchi, right? Every time I see them, Mr. Dazai is very happy."

"Is that right?"

Osamu Dazai was a little suspicious of life when he heard the voice of the dwarf.

"It must be."

"Are you happy? Doing this?"

"I've never been more fulfilled and happy than I am now."

"I lost to you...give me the form over there."

"But……"

"Stop rambling, do it yourself, do you want to stay up until the early morning? Come on, I'll take you home later."

"..."

Osamu Dazai stood up with a gloomy face, and the friends around him looked suspiciously. He left the bar with a hasty sentence, and came to the Ganghei Building with a cool feeling, but did not go out, watching them leave.

"What are you doing after you go?"

"Mr. Zhongyuan's position..."

"It's all off work, no job or no job."

She was unexpectedly stubborn, and the boy had nothing to do with her, and his tone was somewhat helpless.

"Whatever you want, uh, just now... I made a slip of the tongue, don't worry about it."

"It's okay, I know you have no malicious intentions. I have always been grateful for taking care of you during this period of time. If there is something you can do, please don't be polite."

"Since you said so, let me just say, do you want to transfer me here?"

"Eh?"

Osamu Dazai leaned against the cold wall, listening to the sound fade away.

He was surprised that other people also found that beautiful flower, the flower that bloomed in his palm, but he didn't know how long she would stay, or even why she would stay for him.

like?

What do you like?Where is he worth liking?

He didn't do anything she liked.

He began to be afraid, he was at a loss, he didn't know how to change, he could only maintain the status quo.

correct.

All valuable things will gradually lose their value the moment they are obtained, so why not let her get them or discover them?

Or, kill her, nothing is more eternal than death.

He began to test the bottom line of her tolerance for him.

Then she was pleasantly surprised to find that her pampering and pampering to him had no bottom line.

If violent joy can be avoided, there will naturally be no sorrow.

He has always understood, but he can't get away.

Will you be angry?If I'm too much, will you leave?May I ask for a little more?

Don't look at others, look at me.

Like a greedy black cat.

He doesn't believe in everything in the world, and he has never given his trust.

But he believed in Hill, that silly girl would never be angry with him, even though he himself didn't think he was any good, but she always looked at him with starlight in her eyes, and when he asked, "Is there any good for a person to live?" What's the point?", he answered "I live for Mr. Dazai" as a matter of course.

So he finally gave a little response. When hugging and kissing, his heart was trembling, and his thoughts of restraint fell apart when he heard her cry "Mr. Dazai" in a crying voice.

I did everything I should and shouldn't do, the only thing I didn't say was...

"Next time, call me by my name."

Then there is no more then.

Wearing a frivolous and exaggerated mask to show others, he is alone and alone, no one waits for him to wake up at the bedside, no one replenishes canned crab meat for him, no one prepares three meals a day, and no one follows him happily Stepping on his shadow behind him, no one rushing to buy weird coffee, no one nagging him to get him out of the river.

The only thing that supports him to continue to act is the obsession to find the book.

he will find it.

"Mr. Dazai, the president is calling you."

"Ah, what's the matter?"

He pushed open the door of the president's room, and encountered the most important surprise in his life in the past four years, no, in his life.

The first reaction turned out to be those eyes. He had seen them light up the stars for him, and he thought they were beautiful, but when he calmed down, his rational and indifferent appearance was also fascinating.

She was indifferent, as if she didn't know him.

Oops, are you mad?What can I do to calm her down?I really want to become a humanoid pendant, never to be separated again.

A man who has no sense of security can't control his wild thoughts, where has she been in the past four years?Why are there men's suits in the suitcase?Have you formed an intimate bond with someone?Every time I see her recalling others, I really want to hug her until she suffocates, and then I only think about him.

But he clearly knew that he didn't have the capital anymore.

People who deceive themselves are very sad.

But it doesn't matter, he can wait, after four years of waiting, he told himself over and over again, until he heard that sentence outside.

"Love is the biological defect of the loser."

Almost exhausted all his strength, and never made him feel that she was so unreachable for a moment.

Can't wait any longer.

Let her stay with him, don't join the armed detective agency, don't appear in front of people, any relationship is fine, as long as she doesn't turn a blind eye to him.

However, he forgot that both Oda Saku and her were out of his calculations.

Seeing her lying on the ground, with tiny diamonds scattered all over the ground, unspeakable emotions swept over his body, and he couldn't pull the string tied to her body.

Then there is only one choice.

Kill her and die for love.

But she is so pure and so brave, he is a coward who hides, the darkness in his blood can't be washed away, even if he is really dead, he can't go to a place, right?

He is like a child who has lost his favorite treasure. He doesn't know how to get it back, so he can only sit on the ground and weep blankly.

When he decided to steal the cufflinks, he thought about the notice letter, he hugged her from behind, he liked this position very much, Hill couldn't see his distress.

Putting his fingers on her waist, he tapped the rhythm in his mind countless times with anticipation—she is not what she used to be, combined with that notice letter, can she solve his puzzle?

As expected, she closed all her senses towards him, and she would automatically lose her wits when encountering him, well, that's also very cute.

She rescued the strange thief, and the pair of cuff buttons seemed to be back in her hands after going around.

She didn't ask, and he didn't say anything, as if this would keep the distance.

impossible.

How she captured him when they were young, he has to learn from her, how many years she spent, how many years he will spend.

Hill is very sensitive. He couldn't put monitoring equipment on her, so he could only put it on Dun Jun. He listened to her profile, and heard her say that she was going to Hawaii to learn guns, laughing until tears came out.

A strong desire to see her surged in my heart, so why not do it?Is there any reason not to do it?He also really wanted to step on her shadow, it must be very interesting.

He knew where she was. Her voice came from the corner ahead, and he knew it without looking. Although she was speaking beautifully, there was no emotion on her face, right?

"This year we are not last year's us, and we are no longer the ones who loved each other last year..."

"If we who are changing still love each other who has changed, what a happy opportunity it will be."

He stared at her with a satisfied smile in his eyes.

In the past, he always thought that he was nostalgic for what she had done to him, and he liked her who liked him, but now he found that he liked her stubbornly holding on to reason and not touching her feelings.

Hill, I love you so much.