What if the lord is too popular

"When I finish dealing with things here, will you go home with me?"

[go home with me. ]

Ubuyashiki Yoya smiled knowingly, and lightly rested his chin on Mori Ogai's shoulder.

"Good," he said.

The voice is hoarse but crisp.

Too crisp, out of season.

"..."

Mori Ogai was not half happy because of his answer, on the contrary, his heart became heavier.

He noticed the unstable factor in Yaozai's mood, as if a crack was spreading from the two of them.

He had no such experience, coaxing or apologizing.

Mori Ogai's way of life so far is full of calculations and abandonment.

He is the one who is plotting, and anyone else is the one who is abandoned.

He pursed his lips, and decided to use all his strength to keep the quicksand between his fingers.

"……Really?"

He confirmed carefully.

Yuya Miyayashiki did not speak, as if deliberately trying to make him anxious.

After a while, he chuckled and teased:

"Do you need my proof again, Mr. Sen?"

Mori Ogai could easily recall the intimacy between the two a moment ago.

Kiss, touch, everything.

His face was hot, and the blush covered by the moonlight was very moving.

"...No need to..."

Just as Mori Ogai was about to deny it, Yoya's cool fingers wrapped around him like a snake.

more specifically-

It was the blood-stained scalpel wrapped around his hand.

Mori Ogai frowned in a place Yoya couldn't see.

He seemed to know Yaozai's intentions, but—

The obstetrician Yoyashiki slipped out of his arms, and the violet eyes narrowed slightly to stare at him, bewitching softly:

"I'm going to kiss you, do you want to close your eyes?"

This is the "proof" in Yaozai's mouth, but it's just a casual repetition of old tricks.

Mori Owai looked at him nonchalantly, then hooked his thin lips and closed his eyes.

He let go of his right hand gripping the weapon slightly.

Yaozai moved closer.

It was close enough to see the fine hairs on Mori Ogai's face.

He was so close that he sprayed his warm, alcohol-scented breath on Mori Ogai's face.

He stopped a second before he could kiss the school doctor, opened his lips, and said in a melodious and pleasant voice:

"Mr. Mori, my ability is actually—"

Mori Ogai opened his eyes suddenly, saw Yaoya who was very close to him, and was stunned.

What Yuya Ubuyashiki was waiting for was the man's slack in just a few seconds.

He saw the timing and snatched the knife from the man.

wow-

A breeze made the hem of his kimono dance.

By the time Mori Ogai reacted, Yaozai had already settled by the door a few meters away.

He smiled triumphantly:

"Teleport?"

"Teleport."

The two spoke in unison.

Yoya nodded, pretending not to see the annoyance and loss in Mori Ogai's eyes after being teased, the gray color that leads to the same goal by different routes.

"Mr. Sen seemed a little nervous just now." He pointed to his eyebrows: "You have been frowning."

Sen coughed softly in embarrassment:

"I thought Ubayashiki-sensei was going to stab me again, just like you did."

So he thought so?

Yes, he did beat Mori Ogai hard between the two kissing.

but-

Even if Mori Ogai is so worried, let him do whatever he wants?

Could it be that the man is... to please?

Yuya Ubuyashiki's heart hit his chest violently, once.

He took a deep breath, buried his doubts deep in his heart, and proceeded step by step:

"As for Mr. Sen's 'I'm interested in you', it's not quite right, it should be—"

He stared at the school doctor silently, his face covered with disappointment, he shook his head in a self-deprecating manner and said with a smile:

"I liked you."

"..."

Mori Ogai widened his eyes in disbelief.

Yaozai's sudden confession made him happy, but the usage of the past tense was another heavy hammer.

His mood was ups and downs like a roller coaster, he desperately suppressed the sigh in his throat, raised his head and asked dryly:

"Just because I used you?"

[just because? ]

Yaozai raised his eyebrows.

Oh yeah, it's certainly no big deal for Mori Ogai.

He nodded acquiescingly.

silence.

Silence is the ultimate cold violence.

The final attack is particularly critical, and Yoya Ubuyashiki is ready for it.

bang-

He threw down the scalpel he had tried so hard to snatch, and smiled decisively at Mori Ogai:

"Mr. Mori, I will now give you the initiative in this matter. Because—"

[I liked you. ]

Mori Ogai imagined his tone and said silently in his heart.

The wound on his chest stabbed by Yaoya was so painful that he could hardly breathe.

"Oh, by the way, Mr. Sen. I thought of a better way to escape for you. Just hand over the knife to the police, and say that I killed the leader and hurt you who is loyal."

Yoya paused for a moment, turning a blind eye to Mori Ogai's struggle:

"There are my fingerprints on the knife, I can't argue with it."

"..."

Mori Ogai scratched his hair irritably, with a willing helplessness in his smile:

"Don't get angry on purpose, you know I can't. I also—"

[like you. ]

Liked it even more.

There is always a kind of tragic and heart-piercing beauty in things that are gained and lost.

Yoya witnessed his remorse, tightly gripped the sleeve of the kimono with his fingers, and forbeared.

It should work now.

[System: Raider Mori Ogai, current favorability: 100%]

The expected result did not arouse Yaozai's joy at all, and a question that he had ignored for a long time came to his mind:

[Xiaotong, the favorability is full, then what? ]

He and the raiders are...

Want to secure a relationship or part ways?

A target's favorability can't keep him alive for a few days, right?

Before the system could answer, the door behind him was suddenly pushed open.

A large group of people poured into the field of vision, and their shiny black leather shoes tapped and tapped, immediately surrounding them.

Mori Ogai and Yoya looked at each other from a distance, and surprise flashed across their eyes.

How could they not hear any footsteps?

The man in the lead had short orange hair, a single silver earring, and a hunched back that didn't match the suit on his body.

He looked around at the dark red bloodstains and silent dead bodies on the ground, his expression unchanged, as usual.

"An anonymous report of a homicide taking place here. The two—"

His lifeless eyes wandered between Mori Ogai and Maternity House Yoya.

"Could you please go back and assist in the investigation?"

Mori Ogai: "..."

Yaozai: "..."

[The small system exclaimed: My God, why are the police here!Who the hell reported this? ]

Yuya Ubuyashiki has his own ideas.

[He comforts softly: Don't be nervous, it's okay. ]

Although he didn't think of any way for the time being.

There seems to be nothing worse than being stolen and captured on the spot.

Not far away, Mori Ogai was caught without a fight, with no panic on his face, and even a faint smile on his lips.

"..."

Seeing Mori Ogai's performance, even Yoya, who had some eyebrows about the whistleblower, couldn't figure it out.

never be-

Yaoza stretched out his hand obediently.

Seeing the shocking red mark on Yaozai's wrist, the policeman couldn't help showing pity, and looked at the dead body on the ground with disgust.

click —

The handcuffs covered the scars, and were hidden in Yaoya's wide kimono sleeves.

Perhaps because of some speculation about what happened to him, the police did not push and shove for the first time.

Yaozai bowed his head and walked behind the orange-haired man, thinking about it:

"This officer."

"Tanizaki Junichiro." The man said blankly.

"Officer Tanizaki, when did you all come?"

Tanizaki Junichiro looked at him out of the corner of his eye, seemingly answering the question:

"My ability."

Tanizaki Junichiro is undoubtedly very smart, and it is easy to hear his voice.

Yuya Ubuyashiki knows how to hide the traces of so many people. This police officer's ability is amazing.

just don't know-

How is his interrogation skills?

Police station

Ubuyashiki Yoya sat down on a firm position, the incandescent lamp above his head was projecting down.

It is said that in order to extract confessions, some policemen will stimulate the suspects with strong light for several days until they are exhausted and surrender.

Yaoya straightened his back.

The orange-haired Tanizaki sat across from him, staring at him without saying a word.

The silence blurs the passage of time.

At this moment, Mori Ogai was also being questioned in another adjacent interrogation room.

They don't know each other, at least on the surface.

ding dong—

The information in the brain came.

If I'm not mistaken, it should be...

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

[System: Ubuyashiki-sama, you have received a message from Osamu Dazai. ]

Osamu Dazai?

Yaozai's eyes darkened slightly, and he clicked "Confirm".

Dazai's message was unexpectedly simple, only two lines:

[Teacher Yaozai, do you know the true meaning of never being betrayed? ]

是—

[Betrayal first. ]

[PS: This is what the experienced Mr. Mori told me. ]

Yoya Ubuyashiki looked up at the scalpel Tanizaki put on the table at some point.

The knife had "their" fingerprints on it.

Yuya Ubuyashiki and Mori Ogai have the strongest and most fragile relationship in the world—

[Accomplice].

Tanizaki tapped his index finger on the table to recall Yaozai's mind, his tone was as cold as a machine:

"Mr. Ubuyashiki, please tell me, why did you appear there?"

Yaoya's lips parted a little.

ding dong—

[System: Ubuyashiki-sama, this time it's Mori Ogai's private message, do you... want to read it? ]

The author has something to say: I'm sorry, I lost my mind two days ago.

Osamu Dazai: Black mud Benni, thank you everyone.