Why should I clean up

... In the end, I bought a bunch of useless things and went back.

be cheated.

But not completely fooled.

Takigawa Yuu glanced at the shopping bags in the hands of his subordinates who came to pick him up, and then at Dazai Osamu who seemed to be in a good mood, and finally couldn't help asking the doubts in his heart: "Are you rich?"

Osamu Dazai put his hands on the steering wheel and tilted his head leisurely: "Probably."

"perhaps?"

"Because I didn't check it carefully."

In addition to Cary's simple liquidity, 70.00% of Dazai's property sources are actually difficult to reveal.

Some of them came from betting with others, some were randomly searched while doing missions, and some were sent by members or even leaders of other organizations because they were afraid of him.

Although it is not difficult for Osamu Dazai to legalize them, he usually takes them and piles them up in the warehouse like garbage.

trouble.

no need.

But it seems to be good for laying traps for Yuichi?

Thinking of this, Osamu Dazai turned his head to look at the thoughtful young man beside him.

"Forget it." Takigawa Yuichi said, he didn't notice Dazai Osamu's gaze, he just fastened his seat belt, "Go back and pay you back."

Osamu Dazai is innocent: "Why do you want to pay me back?"

Takigawa Yuu looked out of the window and said calmly, "Because just thinking about what I owe you makes me feel so uncomfortable that I itch all over."

"Really." Osamu Dazai counted slowly, "Then Yuichi owes me a lot."

Yuichi Takigawa: "?"

"Yuichi has assassinated me 32 times in total, 28 times aside from those who did it himself." Dazai Osamu had a soft voice and a bright smile, "I remember every one of them, but I never fought back."

"..." Takigawa Yuichi choked, "Then why didn't you fight back?"

"Intuition." Osamu Dazai said, "Although I don't remember it, I always think Yuichi's hard work is quite interesting."

Takigawa Yuichi was silent for a long time, he pressed the button with his fingers, and closed the car window calmly.

"You don't have to beat around the bush and scold me."

1, 2——

Before Dazai Osamu counted to three, Takigawa Yuichi couldn't help but scolded "Damn".

It's like there are ants crawling on my body.

Osamu Dazai did it on purpose.

Takigawa Yuu said in a deep voice, and he could barely guess half of his purpose: "What good will it do you if I die."

"Yuichi said at that time, let me hug you or something." Osamu Dazai looked at the road conditions, and happily curled the corners of his lips, "It's okay to rely on me a little more, it's not something to be ashamed of."

Takigawa Yuichi: "...Why don't you rely on me?"

Osamu Dazai laughed: "Aren't I relying on Yuichi enough? It's super obvious."

Truth be told, the Port Mafia was the organization that picked him up and raised him.

But before Yuichi came to the Port Mafia when he was 16, Osamu Dazai always felt that he was missing a piece.

Couldn't find it—he obviously joined here with full expectations, and stayed here to find some answers, but in the end, all he could grasp were some broken copper and iron.

So what is the difference between being alive and being dead?

The body is about to burn.

At that time, Osamu Dazai thought so, and simply vented his anger on the traitor who needed to be dealt with.

Then Koyo Ozaki appeared with Yuichi.

Even if a piece is missing, his soul still remembers something.

The boy lowered his eyes, took the execution gun from his hand, and called out "Master Dazai" pretending to be obedient.

Thinking about it carefully, he seems to have wanted to bully Yuichi since then.

"Okay." Takigawa Yuichi compromised, and seemed to understand something, "Then you stop."

Osamu Dazai was puzzled for a while: "Why?"

Takigawa Yuichi took it for granted: "Because I don't want to die in a car accident yet."

The black limousine stopped in a secluded place.

Almost at the same time when Osamu Dazai stepped on the brakes, there was a soft warmth on his lips.

Osamu Dazai's crow-feather eyelashes trembled imperceptibly.

This was just a kiss like a superficial kiss. After the experiment was over, the young man who turned sideways quickly backed away.

Takigawa Yuu glanced at his fingers, and was surprised to find that the uncomfortable itching had faded a bit: "It seems that there is really... um..."

The seat belt was undone, and the black hair rope on the back of the head was also torn off with impunity.

The twilight light was crushed between the fingers, caressed slowly and vaguely.

The fiery kiss continued to deepen until Takigawa Yuichi moved back uncomfortably.

"Uncomfortable," he complained, "and in the car."

"You're smarter, Yuichi." Osamu Dazai commented amusedly, raising his hand to brush his loose hair behind his ear, "I thought you knew nothing."

Takigawa Yuichi: "...I asked Shoichi about it."

"and then?"

"..." Takigawa Yuichi looked away with a complicated expression, "He was hit on the head."

Then of course he chose to fight back angrily.

Until Irie Masaichi forced him to complete some common sense that no one had ever taught him.

Although he originally thought it was some kind of game where whoever cried first would lose, but it was indeed his initiative, and he really liked Dazai—

There seems to be something wrong.

Where is it.

Takigawa Yuichi found the blind spot, and asked Dazai who was holding him in a curious spirit: "Why don't you feel uncomfortable?"

"It's just not visible."

Dazai laughed.

He smiled beautifully, and even the black pupils that had always absorbed all sound and light in the past showed a gleam of light.

"In order to take into account Yuichi's feelings, some things have been done with patience alone." Osamu Dazai combed his hair one by one, his voice lowered.

"My feelings?" Takigawa Yuichi repeated doubtfully, "You don't have to take my feelings into consideration."

After he finished speaking, there was some guilt in his voice: "...I never care about other people's feelings anyway."

Don't the Mafia do whatever they want?

He has done all the unforgivable things, so does he have to take other people's feelings into consideration when doing tasks?

"I think what we're talking about may not be the same thing." Osamu Dazai paused his hands and lowered his head to look at him, "But since Yuichi said that..."

The body was pulled down by love, and when Takigawa Yuichi understood what was going on, there was already a weak whimper like a kitten from his lips.

Later, even the right to whimper was taken away.

Facing those wet eyes, even if he couldn't make a sound, Osamu Dazai knew what the other party was scolding him.

"I didn't lie to you." Dazai Osamu's voice was brisk, and a soft kiss fell on the ear of the young man sitting on his lap, "Yuichi said it, don't take your feelings into consideration."

Takigawa Yuuichi was stunned and did not refute.

...That's what I said, but there is still something wrong.

They were clearly doing the same thing, but he seemed to be the only one who couldn't stand up the next day last time.

Takigawa Yuichi was rummaging in his mind for the knowledge he had crammed a few days ago, and just about to grasp the answer, his train of thought was interrupted by Osamu Dazai.

"However, the meaning of not considering Yuichi's feelings is..."

"A little too much can be forgiven, right?"

The scorching breath spilled out.

The young man supported his face, and stared straight at him with those beautiful eyes that were good at deceiving people.

It seems that if you don't pay attention, you will be dragged into the whirlpool.

But where can it be too much?

Takigawa Yu, who knew nothing about such things, nodded.

"I wouldn't be angry in the first place," he said nonchalantly.

"So, you didn't need my forgiveness at all."