[Bungo Stray Dogs] On the Compatibility of Reaper and Black Slime

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After eating two of my favorite tuna mayonnaise rice balls, I finally made up for the hunger brought by a French meal.

You know, not eating when you are hungry and still hungry after eating are two different concepts.

"Does Qianli like fish?" Osamu Dazai took a crab stick, tore it into pieces, and sat cross-legged on the sofa to eat.

"Okay? I prefer the taste of tuna mayonnaise. I don't like pure tuna and Kabayaki eel." I took a bite of the slightly cold rice balls and savored the taste.

"Then Chisato likes mayonnaise." Osamu Dazai approached me solemnly, holding a brand new crab stick in his hand and shaking it in front of my mouth.

Dream back to the container I met for the first time.

I didn't even bother to open my mouth, but Osamu Dazai pinched my cheek with the other hand, and then I was stuffed with a big mouthful of crab sticks.

!! ?

It turned out to be a normal crab stick, and the taste was not strange.

I looked at Dazai suspiciously.

Dazai Osamu exaggeratedly covered his heart, with an aggrieved look: "In Qianli's heart, am I an elementary school student who will always play tricks?"

"almost."

Chewing, eating crab sticks without tearing them is soulless, don't blame me for being vigilant.

After all, it wasn't the first time that Osamu Dazai had played tricks on me.

He did put mustard in my porridge.

"Then go and buy a can of mayonnaise tomorrow." Osamu Dazai took another crab stick out of the plastic package and put it in his mouth.

"I don't really like mayonnaise either, I just like sushi with tuna mayonnaise."

Then I was stuffed with another crab stick. I held it in my mouth with a blank expression, and looked at Osamu Dazai.

What are you doing.

"Hey, Qianli likes me so much, I can't just do nothing, a relationship requires two-way sacrifices." Dazai Osamu looked at me innocently: "That's what Mr. Ranpo said."

Please do nothing.

What the hell is Edogawa Ranpo doing.

I emphasized blankly: "Don't be so ambiguous, Dazai."

I finally figured out what was wrong.

"Are you in a relationship?"

"Why would Qianli think so?" Osamu Dazai exaggeratedly said, and tilted his head: "Isn't this something that friends should do?"

"But if Qianli wants to, it's okay, come and pursue me."

"...I don't want to." I suppressed the embarrassment in my heart. Sure enough, Osamu Dazai was making such ambiguities. He was waiting for me to ask and laugh at me. I picked up a piece of snack from the table and stuffed Osamu Dazai Mouth: "Eat."

stop talking.

Osamu Dazai didn't act like a demon again, but when it was time to sleep, something was wrong again.

I looked at Osamu Dazai who walked into my room with the quilt in his arms, Maomao was puzzled: "Dazai, what are you doing?"

"I want to sleep with Qianli." Osamu Dazai cried, "I'm out of sleeping pills, so I can't sleep."

"Don't take sleeping pills all the time...I'll be with you in the past." I'm familiar with sitting beside Osamu Dazai's bed and contributing an arm as a pillow.

"It's too troublesome, and Qianli can't rest well." Osamu Dazai threw the quilt on my bed: "Anyway, the bed is so big, we can sleep together, we slept together yesterday."

"That's me drunk..."

Seeing that Osamu Dazai had wrapped himself in the quilt and rolled to the side of the bed, I shut my mouth.

Dazai roll...

so cute.

Osamu Dazai really knows how to step on my bottom line more and more.

This two-bedroom apartment is luxurious and cheap. I couldn't get used to sleeping in containers, so I asked for leave the next day to look for a house, and then I found this.

The owner's family is going to move to Tokyo, so they rented the house to me at a low price.

The master bedroom I live in has a really big bed, enough for three people.

Seeing that Osamu Dazai fell asleep, I couldn't say anything, so I turned off the light and fell asleep on the other side of the bed.

I thought I would not get used to it, but in fact, I fell asleep very smoothly. Osamu Dazai slept very quietly, and he couldn't even hear the sound of breathing.

If I hadn't repeatedly confirmed that he was just breathing lightly and not dead, I'm afraid I would have panicked.

Osamu Dazai is really afraid that he will die silently in front of me just like my cat.

in a dream.

The temperature is getting higher and higher.

I woke up suddenly, why is it so hot.

As soon as he lowered his head, he found the culprit.

Osamu Dazai didn't know when he got close to me from the other side of the bed, his head was lowered, shrunk in the quilt, almost close to my chest.

Like a cat bug.

Osamu Dazai was wearing the pajamas I bought, the boy's brows and eyes were soft and harmless in his sleep, and his hands were wrapped around my arms.

That is a gesture of dependence.

I backed away calmly, pulled out my arm, and touched the fabric on my chest, already warmed by the boy's breath.

No wonder it's so hot.

After the Dragon Head War, the weather turned warmer. It’s okay to sleep alone with a thick quilt, but with a heat source in your arms, it’s very hot.

Osamu Dazai, who had lost his pillow, frowned slightly, and let out a moan in his throat, which made me feel like sending my arms back. The boy regained his composure when he found the pillow again.

How about I chop off your arm and give it to you, Dazai.

I endured the close distance between the two, thinking blankly.

When did Osamu Dazai become so dishonest in his sleep?

Obviously, when I was sitting by the bed with him before, he slept very honestly, he didn't even change his position.

Fortunately, the temperature dropped a little due to the distance just now. In the absolutely quiet night, my thoughts gradually blurred and I fell into sleep.

When I opened my eyes the next morning, I saw Dazai Osamu's little curly hair. I was very calm, once born and secondly familiar.

It's just that the arm is numb and feels uncomfortable.

Carefully rescued his warm arm from Dazai Osamu's arms, and then found the suit from the closet.

The weather is getting hotter and hotter, and it is too cumbersome to match a suit jacket with a windbreaker, but in order to ensure that you carry a lot of weapons, you have to wear a windbreaker.

"Stupid, why don't you wear a vest." Dazai Osamu didn't know when he woke up, and poked his head out from the quilt, his messy black hair turned into curly hair.

"Then report the size to the logistics department and let them make summer clothes in advance."

Vest?

It seems to be there when it is posted.

I rummaged through the box and found the vest.

Changing out of the fluffy pajamas, I thought about what happened last night when I was woken up by the heat. It is not easy to change Osamu Dazai's sleeping position, so I went to the supermarket after get off work today to buy two sets of thin pajamas.

The pajamas tainted with body temperature took away the heat of sleep. It was still cold in late spring. I shivered subconsciously. I quickly changed into my shirt and buttoned it from top to bottom until the last one.

"Don't you wear a choker for thousands of miles?" Osamu Dazai rested his head on the pillow, looking innocent and innocent.

The boy just woke up, and his voice was a little hoarse: "That's a gift from me for thousands of miles."

Thank you so much, I will give you one as well.

"Thousands of miles."

Osamu Dazai dragged out the long-tailed sound, calling in a tactful and continuous manner.

I put it on blankly.

"no next time."

At this time, Miss Secretary called.

After telling Miss Secretary that I am fine and I can go back to work today, I hung up the phone and turned to face a wronged face.

"...I'm going to buy a new phone this afternoon."

Satisfied, Osamu Dazai remained motionless under the blanket.

I was fully dressed when my phone rang, and I glanced at it, gloating.

"Dazai, Mr. Mori told you to go to work."

Osamu Dazai's face turned pale.

I went to wash up happily, and I didn't realize it until I was frying sandwiches. Why did you ask Osamu Dazai to work and contact me?

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It's not a big deal, four times a day, my manuscripts have negative growth!Originally it was Calvin, and saving manuscripts with less than forty chapters would make people feel insecure