The bosses cry and put down the butcher knife

After 10 minutes, the hot curry rice comes out of the pan.Dazai Osamu, with reddish eyes, was holding his own portion, biting a spoon and sitting on the table.

In the sauce-yellow curry, white and tender tofu, orange-red diced carrots, stewed chicken and onions are placed.Except for the egg on top, everything else was finely chopped.

After a long time of stewing, it will not be too difficult for people with bad teeth or indigestion to eat.

As a young man in his early twenties, Osamu Dazai has a mouthful of white teeth, and he can shoot tooth advertisements when he smiles.

But the stomach is not so good.

Oda Miyuki served as much as she was used to, and the plate on the opposite side was one-third less than hers.However, even so, a certain person stared at his plate with a sad expression on his face.

"If you really can't finish it, you can leave a little." Oda Miyuki said, looking at her boyfriend's bright eyes, repeated unhurriedly, "If 'really' can't finish it."

Dazai Osamu: "..."

Oda Miyuki didn't add fuel to the fire, said "I'm starting", and ate the portion in front of him.

When she dug out the second spoon, the young man on the opposite side picked up the spoon and tentatively reached for the dishes on the plate.

Like a cat extending its paws to an unfamiliar cat teaser.

"what?"

The first mouthful of curry mixed with rice was stuffed into his mouth, and the young man paused slightly.Then he blinked, moved his cheek twice, and swallowed the meal.

"what about the taste?"

Oda Miyuki looked at her boyfriend and felt like a chef looking forward to feedback from diners.Osamu Dazai took another bite, and then said vaguely:

"It's really different from the ones I've eaten before...but it's delicious."

Oda Miyuki could tell that the youth's expression was not fake.

She was somewhat relieved, but not too surprised.After all, people's tastes may vary widely, but within the scope of "curry rice", it is actually difficult to make any subversive changes.

At most, it is to work hard on the ingredients and the details of the seasoning.

"For Miyuki sauce's cooking, the taste of curry seems to be a bit weaker." Dazai Osamu stirred the soup and rice on his plate while eating, "Is it because there are more ingredients?"

Oda Miyuki nodded: "This way the nutrition is more balanced. In addition, I put a little spicy seasoning, in fact, just now I was worried that you would find it strange."

"No." The young man put the spoon in his mouth and looked up at her, "I have eaten curry rice that is much more spicy than this, although I can hardly remember the taste. Only the feeling of being so spicy that I cry, maybe for a lifetime I can't forget it."

"Huh, what a coincidence?" Oda Miyuki was a little surprised, "The shop where I learned to make curry is where Asuke goes to eat every week, and the curry is super spicy."

When she was talking, Osamu Dazai was eating with his head down, so he couldn't see the expression clearly.But the voice is calm, muffled by chewing:

"It should be a coincidence. After all, many years have passed, and I can't remember where that shop is... By the way, since Shen Xueyu is used to that kind of spicy curry, will you not be used to the mild curry?"

"It's okay," the girl shook her head, seeming to remember something, "To be honest, I don't particularly like spicy food. Didn't I tell you before that I cried when I was a child?"

She said with a sigh and laughed: "But Asuke eats that curry every week. If you don't consider the spiciness, it really smells delicious. Later, I gradually became able to eat a little bit, and before I knew it... I got used to it." .”

"got used to?"

"That's right, as it is now, I basically don't feel how spicy the curry in that store is; even other dishes that are known for being 'spicy', there is basically nothing that I can't eat."

As Oda Miyuki said, he stirred the last bit of curry and rice together, and picked up the rice grains: "However, for things like spicy, I still can't like it."

Osamu Dazai was silent for a while: "It sounds like drinking alcohol."

Oda Miyuki: "?"

"That's right - at the beginning, I thought, this thing is so bad, only a fool who can't spend money can't stop drinking one cup after another." The young man shook the fork in his hand, "Then, I don't know when to start , will habitually walk into the bar, and the boss will put distilled liquor with ice in front of you without even needing special instructions.”

Oda Miyuki fell into deep thought, and said after a while: "Mr. Dazai, are you 22 years old this year?"

Osamu Dazai hummed.

Oda Miyuki swallowed his last mouthful of food and stared at him for a while: "...It sounds like an alcoholic who has been drinking for at least seven or eight years."

The man fell silent suddenly.

The girl who already had the disc looked at the young man opposite, and felt that she seemed to understand something.A few seconds later, she turned her gaze to the half of the other party's plate, and let go of the topic:

"Eat as much as you want, I'll go clean up the guest room. Mr. Dazai will wash the dishes after eating, is that okay?"

Osamu Dazai breathed a sigh of relief: "Hi~"

Watching Oda Miyuki enter the guest room, the young man stared at the food left on the plate with an expression as if he met an enemy who was fighting for life and death on the battlefield.

No... In fact, judging by the behavior of this person, he might be able to have a picnic in peace when he is really in the middle of a hail of bullets.

"It's fine if you can't eat it, but don't pour it out secretly—"

Before Osamu Dazai could make another move, the girl suddenly poked her head out from the guest room.After saying this, he quickly took it back.

"……what."

Osamu Dazai looked at the empty wall at the door, and answered as if talking to himself.

After a few seconds, he lowered his head slightly and smiled.

***

At the same time, in the principal's office of Xiongying High School, a few professional heroes headed by Aizawa Shouta and Midnight sat on both sides, looking down at a few pages of documents issued by Principal Nezu.

"He is a young man with black hair and brown eyes." The mouse-like headmaster stood in the front seat, with a worried expression on his face, "However, I don't know who he is from the port mafia."

The port mafia is the largest illegal organization in Yokohama that gathers a large number of people with "different abilities" and some with "personality".

Its sphere of influence may not spread across the country like professional heroes, but in Yokohama and the surrounding Kanto region, it is a well-deserved underground king.

And a few days ago, Xiongying High School, a professional hero center, received a letter with a special origin——

[Congratulations to your school for success in the world.

I am grateful to all of you for your concerted efforts to hunt down the AFO beforehand.

However, please forgive me for sending envoys to harass me. It is related to the continuation of the "enemy alliance" under my jurisdiction, so we must negotiate in secret.

This person will arrive at your place in three days.

Best regards

PortMafia】

"Because of the secret meeting requirement, there is no electronic facility installed in the room, and no information beyond the brain can be recorded." Principal Genzu put the information on the table and looked at the heroes present. "Besides, we have tried to use' Personality', but the other party seems to be carrying a jamming device, so no audio or video was left."

When it said this, its expression became more serious: "As for the other party's mention of 'cooperating with each other within a certain range at that time'..."

In today's society, with the proliferation of people with special abilities such as "personality", certain targeted abilities are also being excavated everywhere.

As far as the ability to "hinder the operation of personality" alone, Aizawa Shota, who solved a considerable number of incidents among professional heroes "Eraser Head", and is now the head teacher of Class A in the first grade of Xiongying High School, has a similar personality.

Of course, there may be so few guys with this special ability that they searched the entire earth, and they couldn't find a few.

……

……

"Ah!"

Osamu Dazai, who had just come out of the bathroom, had an itchy nose and sneezed violently.

Oda Miyuki was sitting on the bedside reading a book, when he heard the movement, he left the room, and happened to see the young man rubbing his nose: "Could it be a cold?"

She remembered that the night the two met for the first time, the guy in front of her had a high fever.Although it retreated the next day, this skinny body really made people feel anxious instinctively.

Osamu Dazai shook his head, and looked at the loose pajamas on his body again: "There are men's clothes in Miyuki-chan's house..."

This could not be a more obvious hint, which made the girl laugh: "It was left by my father. He is probably taller than you...less than five centimeters? It looks like he can still wear it."

Although her personality is affected, there are often strangers of unknown origin in the family.But as a 17-year-old girl, Oda Miyuki was not so heartless as to provide pajamas to others.

"Well, my stomach is still a little bloated," the young man changed the subject politely, "After taking a bath, I feel even more bloated."

Regarding this point, the girl could only sigh: "So, if you can't finish eating, you can put it down, and I won't kick you out just because you missed two mouthfuls of food."

"But this is the first time to be a guest at Shenxue's house," the young man said with a very serious expression, "What if I waste food and get rejected?"

"..."

The girl stared at him for a while, and finally showed a compromising expression, and walked up to him in two or three steps: "Do you have itchy meat?"

The young man hesitated for a few seconds: "...Okay? Aww, Shenxue sauce, you... wait, ah, hahahahahaha no! Eeeeeeeee——"

"What are you screaming about? It seems that I have done something to you." The girl put one hand on the back of the opponent's shoulder, and the other covered the young man's belly, and rubbed it skillfully, "If it hurts, tell me— —In the past, the children in my family accumulated food and complained about being uncomfortable in the middle of the night, and I could put them to sleep in 3 minutes.”

"But, but it feels so strange." After the initial itching passed, Osamu Dazai's breathing became normal again, "Fufu... It's like rubbing a cat."

"If you were a cat, it would definitely be the thinnest one I've ever touched." Oda Miyuki said bluntly, "It's neither fluffy nor soft, stew it."

"Ha, haha, Shen Xue-chan, don't do this..." It seemed that he was poked in a place that hurt a little, and the young man's breathing stopped for a moment, "Although I don't have meat balls to touch, I am good-looking."

Oda Miyuki: "..."

You are right.

After the fabric of the pajamas was kneaded and warm, Oda Miyuki withdrew his hand.Osamu Dazai slumped over to the chair behind him. If it were a sofa, he would probably have dripped into a puddle of cat cake.

Oda Miyuki looked at the blushing face of the other party, surrounded by suspicious little flowers, thought for a while and said: "If you don't mind, I can send a message every day to ask you how your three meals are - if you are disgusted Never mind."

After all, she is not a control freak, and she is not interested in some strange plays.

"Okay." The young man slumped on the seat moved a little, then raised his head slightly, "From today onwards, I... will leave it to Ms. Oda."