After becoming a blood clan, he did everything possible to seek death

When Oz heard the noise rushing in from outside the room, he happened to see that Dazai seemed to be pushed to the ground by something in the void, and then pressed his hand on the broken teacup on the ground.

The purposefully suppressed muffled hum sounded like thunder to Ozzy's ears.

As early as when the abnormalities appeared in the air, Ozzy had vaguely noticed something, but he thought that these abnormalities were brought by the cute little monster, so he didn't pay more vigilance.

But who knew, the sound of porcelain being smashed came from Dazai's room.

Dazai's blood snaked out from Dazai's hands, Ozzy's pupils constricted, and an invisible aura emanated from his body. This aura spread rapidly, and almost instantly, he caught the person who hadn't fled far away. Eros.

An invisible sword shadow formed around Cupid, and before she noticed anything, the sword pierced towards her body.

But Eros still noticed the abnormal movement at the last second, and dodged to avoid the vital position, leaving only a deep scar on the shoulder with visible bones.

Seeing that the goal was achieved, Ozzy's anger subsided a little bit.He lifted Dazai horizontally from the ground, put him in a safe place away from the debris, and then turned around to look for the medicine box.

The moment Ozzy left, he felt the strength of the person behind him.

He turned his head and looked down at Dazai on the sofa.

The wounded hand was still bleeding, but Dazai didn't seem to care about it at all, instead he used it to grab Ozzy's clothes.

Like a wayward kid who doesn't want to lose his company.

Dazai lowered his head, unable to see his expression, the white of his knuckles and his blood-stained bandage formed a sharp dividing line.

Dazai, who refused to meet Ozzy's eyes, put on a fragile posture at this moment, shrunk himself into a ball, and then precisely found the point that stimulated Ozzy.

"Are you leaving?" Dazai lowered his voice.

The sense of loss and not-so-obvious tension in those words made Ozzy's heart skip a beat.

Panicked, subconsciously immediately squatted down and looked at Dazai.

Ozzy covered Dazai's side face with one hand, put his other hand on his hand that had not stopped bleeding, and replied as softly as possible: "I'll help you find the medicine box."

"No." Dazai stared at Ozzy, his expression was too calm, and he overturned Ozzy's reason, "You want to leave me."

The hand that was pierced by the tiles grasped Ozzy's wrist tightly, and blood flowed slowly from between Dazai's fingers. As if he couldn't feel the pain, he stubbornly held Ozzy tightly in this way.

Oz was stunned, not quite sure why Dazai could explain him like this just by going a short distance away to get the bandages.

Could it be... what did the God of Cupid say to him just now?

Oz frowned.

Dazai remained calm and didn't even blink his eyes: "You're just an excuse to leave here, you feel suffocated by staying near me, so you don't even want to let go of these few seconds, you want to smell the fresh air outside , is that so, Oz?"

The misunderstood words in Dazai's mouth made Ozzy more sure that it must be Eros who said something to him.

Oz took a deep breath, and the action of stroking Dazai's side face changed to hugging the back of his head, and while he got up, he also pulled Dazai towards him.

In the end, they maintained the brow-to-brow intimacy again.

"Dazai," Oz lowered his voice, trying to let Dazai see the sincerity in his eyes, "no matter what that love god says to you, don't listen to her."

"I won't leave you. Look, haven't we traveled together this time? In the future, I will accompany you to farther places, wherever you want to go."

"But that petal, she said I was a thief, and she only used her ability to keep you by her side."

"Petals?" Ozzy was startled. It turned out that the thing integrated into his body had already worked?So just now Dazai's mood was wrong, and it was also because of Eros?

Dazai gave a low "hmm".

"I forgot something, didn't I?"

Dazai nodded.

"Then can you tell me what I forgot?"

"You forgot, but you just said it again." Dazai firmly rejected Ozzy's request, "You will keep your promise, even if you forgot it, right?"

Ozzy was taken aback, recalling what he had said before, hesitantly said, "Do I promise to stay with you forever?"

If that's all it is, it's nothing to Oz.

His age is too long, he just stayed in one place for many years, and Ozzy didn't mind that.

On the contrary, when he thought of saying goodbye to Dazai in the future, a feeling of suffocation and chest pain surged up.

Oz knew that the time of human beings would soon be over, he would bury Tanjiro, and hold Dazai's cold hand to bid him farewell.

A sharp, small voice roared in Ozzy's heart, he didn't want this, he didn't want to experience parting again.

Perhaps, when he had to separate from Dazai, he would listen carefully to this voice and carefully consider his opinion.

If you never had it in the first place, you don't have to experience loss.

Seeing that Dazai acquiesced to what he just said, Ozzy had the illusion of relief.

He didn't doubt the truth of Dazai's words, but assured Dazai again: "I will not break my promise."

"Can I treat your wound now?"

Dazai still hesitated.

The next words seemed a bit difficult to say, he opened his mouth several times but failed to make a sound.

"..."

Ozzy kneaded the back of his head and encouraged, "It's okay, you can say whatever you want."

"I just thought it was the same before."

The corners of Dazai's eyes curled up, as if recalling something that made him feel happy.

"Last time, it seemed that they were injured here too, and I said to treat them by sucking each other's blood."

"Actually, I just thought it was fun and wanted to play tricks on you." Dazai let out a low laugh from his throat, and even trembled a few times.

But soon he apologized to Ozzy.

Oz also recalled the situation at that time.

It was obvious that it hadn't been long since that incident, but they looked back on their youthful years nostalgicly like two little old men.

"I know," Ozzy rubbed his forehead against Dazai, complaining unconsciously in his tone, "You did a lot of things just to tease me."

"Sorry." Dazai apologized again, he couldn't hide his smile just like Ozzy.

"It's so similar to that time now, I don't know why I suddenly started to recall it."

"How about doing it all over again, forget about the teasing at that time, please."

Dazai's soft voice sounded like a cream cake, Oz's favorite flavor.

So Ozzy has never been good at rejecting Dazai who is acting like a baby to him like this.

"Okay, then I forgot, and then?" Oz smiled inclusively, and couldn't help but pinch Dazai's face, and began to focus on how to make the young man in front of him fatter.

Dazai paused, and spread his palms in front of Oz.

"May I ask you to heal me? In return..."

He leaned close to Ozzy's ear and said, "I will always be with you."

There was a beating heartbeat in his ears, Oz opened his mouth, and his eyes were shocked with some other emotions.

Dazai's breathing sound lingered in his mind for a long time, playing it over and over again, speeding up his blood flow over and over again.

This was a complicated feeling, and Ozzy couldn't quite figure out what he should say next, whether he was moved by Dazai's comfort, or whether he should make a joke and skip this paragraph.

Because Dazai's words really touched his heart.

Ozzy's dream for a long time is to find someone who can accompany him all the time.

Now, Dazai said "I will always be with you".

The dream that had not yet found the playing field stepped on the starting line.

How could Oz not be moved?

Dazai distanced himself from Ozzy. Although it was distanced, there was only a few centimeters between them, and they were in a position where they could feel each other's breath.

Half of his pupils were immersed in the light, and the dark color turned into a light brown, like a clear gem.

Those naked, naked eyes seemed to burn Oz to the ground.

Oz instinctively trembled for Dazai.

"Why don't you talk?" Dazai said softly, he stroked Ozzy's earlobe with an infinitely tender and ambiguous movement, "Don't you believe me?"

Ozzy closed his eyes, suppressed all his emotions in his heart, and said in a low voice after a while: "I believe it."

Even if the people around him were really lying to him, Ozzy chose to believe it.

The dream that Dazai Osamu gave to Ozzy is so beautiful.

Whether it's Tanjirou or Mizuko, when Oz makes a request for "companionship", they will tell Oz that I can't agree to your request. Human beings will suffer from birth, old age, sickness and death, and I am not the one you are waiting for.

But at this time, Dazai gave a completely different answer.

Oz opened his eyes, the soreness in the corners of his eyes made him a little uncomfortable.

He raised Dazai's hand to his mouth, bowed his head and kissed Dazai's palm.

The long golden hair slipped from the shoulders, revealing the slender and white neck.Dazai freed his other hand, pinched the tufts of long hair in the palm of his hand, and then sent them behind Ozzy's ear.

Although he liked the silky long hair very much, he wanted to see Ozzy's expression even more at this time.

That expression of frowning, trying to endure.

Familiar yet unfamiliar sensations came from the palm of his hand. Apart from the feeling brought by Ozzy's movements, Dazai could obviously feel that the wound was slowly healing.

When Oz retracted the tip of his tongue and tied the long hair from the sideburns to his back, the place where the long strip was cut by the tile had been completely healed, and there was no trace of it except for the glistening water stains.

Seeing that Dazai was staring at that position, Ozzy looked away a little embarrassed.

"Go wash, wash your hands."

Dazai tilted his head and smiled at Oz: "Wash your hands?"

Oz nodded: "Well, it seems a little dirty..."

"No, by the way, Ozzy, you don't know yet, do you?" Dazai waited until Oz's attention was fully focused on himself, then stuck out his tongue, and lightly hooked the position Oz had treated just now.

Oz was shocked, Dazai's weird movements, and his eyes fixed on him, gave him the illusion that the other party was actually trying to do this to him.

"Know what?"

"Human saliva," Dazai said, like a kitten cleaning its paws, moving slowly and charmingly, "it's a sharp tool for disinfection."

"If there is a wound on Ozzy's body, I can also help Ozzy disinfect it."

"...Really?" Oz hesitated.

"Really," Dazai nodded firmly, "It's okay, I will slowly teach Oz about human beings in the future."

The author has something to say:

Azai lied to Ozzy again today, and let Miss Eros take the blame, so I must write it down!