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

Awareness in a dream that you are dreaming is a magical experience.

Osamu Dazai knew that he was in a dream, he could feel that his hands and feet seemed to be bound by something, and his body was as heavy as if being pressed by a boulder.But when he desperately opened his eyes, the annoying feeling disappeared again.

This is strange.

And the second he opened his eyes, he realized that he was dreaming.

Because when he woke up, he was wearing a thin school uniform, lying in a strange dormitory.

it's very-

Osamu Dazai was a little stuck, he looked at the ceiling in a daze, and couldn't find the right words to describe his current state for a while.

Maybe it doesn't fit your personality?

He raised his hand, and there was no trace of calluses on his slender fingers, no bandages, no signs of being injured by him or others, and no decorations.

It's not as clean as my own hands.

Why not?Osamu Dazai asked himself, am I just an ordinary student?

Feeling a little tingling in his head, Osamu Dazai stood in the empty room, always feeling as if he had lost something serious.

The expressionless, pale boy made an 8 sign with his right hand, and then put his index finger against his temple.

"Boom." He softly uttered an onomatopoeia.

Is this hand really for holding a pen?

He maintained this action in a daze until there was a messy sound outside the door.

Strange classmates are knocking on his door, calling him to go to class quickly.

Osamu Dazai heard the sound of discussions outside the door.

A new professor came to their class today, and they didn't know if the new professor had a good temper, so they planned to go to the classroom and wait early, so as not to be late accidentally and make the new professor leave a bad impression.

But Dazai was not in a hurry because of the urgency of his classmates. He looked around and found the bag on the ground.

He opened the bag, and suddenly there was a sigh in his heart - without that booklet, I was indeed dreaming.

Am I dreaming?Osamu Dazai was so dizzy that he didn't have time to think about it. The electronic clock on the wall had already warned him that he was going to be late, so he grabbed his bag and opened the door of the dormitory.

The empty dormitory building was unbearably quiet, the students had all left, and only the echo of his footsteps could be heard in the corridor.

He didn't feel scary at all, as if he was used to walking through such a dark corridor alone.

Osamu Dazai thought, do I often walk like this?

No one gave him an answer, so with a pale face, he walked all the way to the teaching building in silence.

The sound of reading could be faintly heard in the teaching building. It was an unfamiliar textbook, and the sound was very noisy. Osamu Dazai began to think about which classroom he was in.

Would it be too much for a student not to know his own classroom?

The emaciated student leaned against the corner of the first floor with a severe headache and a burning throat.

He fumbled in his bag and didn't bring any water. After thinking about it, he walked into the bathroom.

Without water to drink, it’s okay to wash your face and wake up your mind, right?

Unexpectedly, there was already a person in the bathroom.

Dazai Osamu could only squint his eyes to observe the long-haired man with the light behind him.

The man is not very tall, although Dazai is currently only as tall as his chest.The man's hair is long and tied behind him with a simple leather cord, revealing a clean jawline and neck.

Osamu Dazai didn't know why he looked at the man's neck, he saw the man's Adam's apple rolling, so he couldn't help swallowing.

The feeling of thirst and pain in the throat intensified.

He walked to the sink not far from the man, turned on the tap, and the transparent liquid flowed from his fingers.

There was another fog in the mirror, Osamu Dazai raised his eyes secretly, and found that he couldn't see the appearance of the man in the mirror clearly.He didn't dare to look too wildly, although staring at others was just a little impolite.

Not a big deal.

Osamu Dazai crossed his fingers, momentarily forgetting his purpose of coming to the bathroom.

He raised his head and looked sideways in the direction of the man.

As soon as he saw a pair of slightly parted lips, his eyes felt stinging. It seemed that something flew into his eyes, causing his tear glands to secrete uncontrollably.

Soon he felt two traces of moisture running down the sides of his cheeks.

Dazai Osamu: "..."

The man standing not far away seemed a little surprised by this scene, his voice was very gentle, with a smile: "Look, I cried when I saw it? It's so beautiful."

Osamu Dazai was a little absent-minded, he even forgot to wipe away his tears, he just listened to the man's voice in a daze, before replying in a low voice: "I didn't see it."

This answer was too honest, the man laughed, but the laughter was restrained, and it didn't make Dazai feel uncomfortable at all.

Dazai stood where he was, his vision was dark, but he could feel the man walking towards him step by step.

It was strange, he couldn't see anything, he couldn't even hear the man walking, but he just felt that the distance between the two of them was gradually shortening.

Sure enough, not long after, the corners of Dazai Osamu's eyes were covered with a thin layer of coolness.

Not the touch of the skin.

Osamu Dazai reached out reflexively and grabbed the man's wrist.

Half of his palm is the man's sleeve, and the other half is the slightly wet touch, neither of which is what touches his eyes.

Osamu Dazai couldn't help asking, "What are you touching me with?"

The man replied softly: "Gloves."

He said that he would always go out with gloves on, but he couldn't find a handkerchief, so he could only wipe Dazai Osamu's eyes with water on his gloves.

Osamu Dazai thought, does this man have a cleansing habit?

But he quickly denied this guess, if he had a cleanliness, he wouldn't be so close to him.

"Don't hold on so tight."

When the man's voice sounded again, and the warm breath blew past his ears, Osamu Dazai realized that he had been distracted just now.

He let go of his hand a little bit, and for some unknown reason, he hung all the weight of his arm on the man's hand, and then couldn't help but rubbed the back of the man's hand with his thumb.

As smooth as he imagined.

Osamu Dazai heard the man smile again, followed by the feeling of his eyelashes being blown.

The man said: "It seems that a small bug flew into the eye, don't open your eyes."

But I can't see you unless I open my eyes.Osamu Dazai wanted to refute, but somehow became quiet, and instinctively obeyed the man's words.

He really wanted to see the man's appearance. The man's neck was beautiful, his chin was beautiful, and his lips were also beautiful. Every point seemed to hit his aesthetics.

Damn bugs.

Osamu Dazai's Adam's apple rolled rapidly.

His body seemed to be about to explode, and the feeling of hot and cold continued to impact Dazai Osamu. He felt as if he had already burned, but the next second he seemed to fall into a glacier.The feeling of missing something became stronger, and his reason still gave him a strong warning.

--leave here!

here?where is thisWhy do you want to leave?

——Wake up!

wake up?I didn't fall asleep?Am I asleep?

Osamu Dazai had a splitting headache, but he held onto the man's hand tightly, unable to let go no matter what.

The cold knuckles made him feel better to a certain extent, he gasped for breath, and at some point he collapsed and leaned against the man.

"what happened to you?"

"Are you uncomfortable?"

"I'll take you to the infirmary."

"I'm not going!" Osamu Dazai heard his voice of refusal, and he didn't understand why he refused so quickly. In short, he raised his head, took a step forward, and tried hard to open his eyes.

The stinging pain intensified, and every time he wanted to open his eyes more, the pain would get deeper.

Osamu Dazai felt a little wronged, he just wanted to see the man's appearance.

He leaned on the man's shoulder, and the tip of his nose was full of good smells that he couldn't describe.

"It hurts……"

The man was silent for a moment, and then a chill covered Dazai's eyes.

Dazai realized that the man covered him with his palm.

The man with a good smell said: "Don't be afraid, it won't hurt after a while."

Osamu Dazai didn't understand: "Why doesn't it hurt anymore?"

He grabbed the man and didn't want to let him go.

The man didn't answer, so he continued to ask: "Who are you?"

Osamu Dazai stretched his hand up, and touched the side of the man's face at once.This set of movements was so skillful that he had the illusion that he had touched men like this many times.

"But isn't this the first time we've met?"

"Who are you, can't you even say your name?"

"Dazai."

He heard the man calling his name softly, but he had no time to think about why this unknown person would know his name.

Because of just this call, his pain seemed to be reduced a bit.

"Dazai..."

The man's voice was getting lower and lower, containing too many emotions that were difficult to understand.Dazai was at a loss, not knowing why the man's voice sounded like he was crying.

Osamu Dazai opened his mouth, and there was a chill on his forehead, and it was the man's forehead that was touching his.

The man's breath came towards him, becoming the clearest existence in the darkness.

The pain gradually subsided, but the burning sensation spread again.

Like a volcano about to erupt—

Dazai lifted his chin when he smelled the good smell.

As he wished, he did touch a certain soft spot so simply, and then he was out of control.

Osamu Dazai grabbed the back of the neck of this strange man whom he had met for the first time. The moment his lips touched the man's, he tiptoed without a teacher and came to a place closer to the man. The place.

He never thought that he would have such an urgent time, just the simple fitting of lips to lips made his heart surge to such an extent.

He involuntarily touched the man's long hair with his hand, letting the smooth touch pass through his fingers, and then rubbed the man's scalp with his fingertips. He did it so skillfully that he felt Did he dream about this kind of situation in his dream before, so that now he actually began to look forward to the next development.

Nervously excited to an indescribable level, Dazai was trembling all over, he sucked the man's lower lip over and over again, absorbing the scent of the man.The madness immersed in the bottom of his heart broke out completely at this moment, Osamu Dazai gradually became dissatisfied with such a simple touch.He hooked the man's neck and took the man back a step until he leaned against the sink, and the man's hands were forced to support his side.

Delicate light kisses fell like raindrops, but nothing could quench Dazai's thirst.

Throat seemed to be on fire.

Dazai was burned to a point of despair.

With a hoarse voice, he kissed the man's face indiscriminately: "Why don't you speak?"

"Why don't you kiss me?"

Finally, after a sigh, the man's hand raised Osamu Dazai's chin.

Osamu Dazai thought, he had waited too long for this moment.

Otherwise, why did the simple act of looting the opponent's air cause his silent volcano to erupt?

Osamu Dazai licked the corner of his mouth while the man was panting. He still couldn't open his eyes, but he easily touched the hem of the man's clothes.Then he got his wish, and after touching the man's skin, he let out a sigh of comfort.

Not only did the man not refuse, but he cooperated with him in one lingering kiss after another.

Dazai could feel the man's faint trembling, but that trembling was not resistance, he could feel it, so he was very happy.

A soft kiss landed on Dazai's nose.

Dazai noticed that his head seemed to be less painful.

Then, the man took the initiative to cover Dazai's lips, and a cool feeling spread from the tip of his tongue to his throat, and then from his throat to his limbs.

Even the burning sensation before has been reduced a lot.

Dazai clings to the man, rubbing his throat lightly with his teeth.

"Dazai, I might feel a little uncomfortable later."

The words are so familiar, where do I feel like I have heard them?

Dazai was distracted for a moment, but in the next second, he was forced to concentrate.

The tingling sensation exploded from the lower abdomen, and Osamu Dazai's hands trembled and tightened, tugging at the man's clothes.As long as he let go, he might fall to the ground because of this sudden feeling.

Osamu Dazai instinctively wanted to close his legs, but the man in front of him became strong at this moment, not only not allowing the movement he expected, but also grabbing his neck, forcing him to lift his chin.

The clear flu came again.

It seems to have been poured with some liquid?

What is it?

Osamu Dazai didn't know, because every time after being irrigated by the clear stream, the man would calm his anxiety with a gentle, comforting kiss.

The wantonly controlled senses, the unknown liquid, and the lingering kiss.

Osamu Dazai didn't know how long he had been teased by this unknown man, what brought him back to his mind of leaving home was the pleasure/feeling that he had to bend his back to bear at the last moment.He felt that the corners of his eyes were full of tears, but the man covered his eyes, preventing him from returning to the light.

Dazai didn't have the strength to resist the man's attack for the time being.

He was gently kissed on the ear, and the itching made him shrink his neck.

"who the hell are you."

Dazai's voice was still beating unabated.He leaned against the cold tiles to dissipate the heat from his body.

"If you don't tell me, I will find you too."

Their fingers clasped together.

The man still didn't answer this question, but Dazai stroked the man's knuckles over and over again, trying to find more characteristics and clues from the man.

A sudden thought flashed by, too fast for him to catch.

His movements came to a halt.

Osamu Dazai thought, he seemed to be dreaming.

Otherwise why-

"Where's the ring?"

His voice dissipated in the air.

Disappearing with the man's breath.

Dazai finally opened his eyes.

What greeted his eyes was a pitch-black room, only a little distance away from him, where red lights were shining.

It's the indicator light that the phone is out of power.

Osamu Dazai closed his eyes and opened them again, the scene in front of him did not change.

His fingers moved, feeling unprecedentedly tired.

Mori Ogai did not know when he would appear.

He stood in the dark, staring at the people on the hospital bed with his hands behind his back.

This is the secret treatment room for gangsters, and those who know the location can count it on one hand.

Mori Ogai asked, "Are you awake?"

Osamu Dazai didn't answer, just raised his hand and looked at his bandaged wrist in the dark.

There hung a string of rustic-looking bracelets without any patterns.

Mori Ogai continued to ask: "Is there any other discomfort?"

Osamu Dazai finally responded: "What's wrong with me?"

Mori Ogai replied, "You're hurt."

Dazai Osamu didn't seem to listen to this answer, his hands hung down, and he didn't bother about where the bracelets came from.

He was just a little puzzled.

"I just had a dream."

"But I can't remember what the dream was about."