You may not believe it when you say it [Comprehensive]

Dazai Osamu's lips were not very warm, rather cold, but fortunately they were soft and had a unique touch. Sakuragawa kissed him, put his arms around his neck and backed away with a smile.

"I just ate grape-flavored candy."

"..."

Dazai blinked, his movements were a little slow, and then he smiled softly, "I can feel it."

Sakura Chuan jumped off him, peeled off a candy and handed it to his mouth.

Dazai seemed a little surprised, tilted his head, his expression was hard to describe, but he ate it anyway. The moment the candy was rolled into his mouth, the fruity taste exploded, it was mango.

"Who did you learn something new from?"

"Ok?"

Dazai nodded his lips.

"This." Sakura Chuan also fed himself a candy without directly answering, "Don't you like it?"

"..."

"I also think this way of greeting is a bit troublesome." Without noticing Dazai's face, Sakuragawa continued, "But if it's Mr. Dazai, I think I like it very much."

"..."

"Mr. Dazai?"

Why don't you speak?

Sakuragawa raised his head, and the angle of the backlight is not very clear. The lines of Dazai's face have never been sharp, it is better to say that the whole face and temperament are really gentle and harmless. There is no problem with the word delicate.

Dazai's jaw moved.

"Let me guess, who taught you this?"

There was nothing wrong with his tone, it was no different from usual, like playing games with kindergarten children, and he didn't feel threatened.

Unprepared, Ying Chuan bent his eyes and said, "It was taught to me by a baby, and he can play with guns."

"That's it."

Dazai already knew who it was.

Sakuragawa stared at his slightly retracted eyebrows and eyes for a while, then jumped up and hugged his arm, coquettishly clinging on, greasy and crooked, very close: "Let me tell you, Mr. Dazai—I I just saw you ten years later, you are so handsome! And you really haven't lost me in ten years!"

Dazai raised his eyebrows, avoiding the seriousness and paying light attention: "Oh~ so I'm still alive ten years later."

That's really a scourge for thousands of years, and I've lived long enough.

Ying Chuan buried his head on his arm and rubbed it, and said in a relaxed tone: "It's really great, I don't think there is anything more reassuring than this."

Dazai patted her head.

Sakuragawa rubbed against his palm like a cat: "Although the Mr. Dazai ten years later will not have time to say hello, but I can supply the current Mr. Dazai."

"..."

Dazai's finger touching her head stiffened.

Sakuragawa said, and tiptoed to kiss him again.

Osamu Dazai seemed to have expected it, so he stepped back a little, but he didn't avoid it in the end.

Maybe the girl's movements were too quick, or maybe she was accidentally caught by something else.

"...Don't do this way of saying hello in the future."

"Huh? Good."

Sakuragawa agreed very simply, she would always be so obedient to Dazai, "I only did this to Mr. Dazai."

"..."

Until Sakuragawa walked away, I still felt that Mr. Dazai was a bit strange today: maybe he was worried about work, but it was different from his usual behavior—the occasional silence seemed to be unable to find a word to answer .

Knowing that she was going to find a party next, Dazai smiled, but Sakuragawa always felt that when he laughed, something was weird... To be honest, she felt a little cold on her back.

This time Sakuragawa found a party very smoothly.

He had just walked out of the superpower development department, and Sakuragawa called him excitedly, with his back turned and no answer.

Are you still angry?

Sakura Chuan frowned in distress, trotted after him, began to express his apology in a rambling manner, and carried out the "coaxing business": "On the one hand, don't ignore me... I was wrong, what do you mean? Should I have gone to you yesterday? I, I forgot... But I still came to you today. I remembered to come to you. I will never forget the good things I said to you... One side ? Are you talking to me..."

After talking a lot, the other party still didn't care about him, so Ying Chuan had no choice but to rush forward and hug him.

The shock brought about by this was not small. Accelerator was almost about to use his ability to blow her away, but he was able to suppress it at the last moment, but the order to change at the critical moment went straight to the rear wall, almost brushing his cheeks. With the attack, Accelerator's entire face was blackened.

"Are you brainless?!"

He was scolding people, and his voice was quite loud, "Just hug me casually, don't you know how dangerous it is?!"

"I……"

Sakuragawa's back trembled, looking at him with those wet eyes, the aura of one side softened instantly.

He didn't know when it scared her to tears.

"……All right."

The face change was completed in the blink of an eye. Accelerator himself was very annoyed, but the current emotion was only aimed at his own unprincipled compromise. He frowned and looked at the girl's pitiful and timid expression, and softened his voice, "Next time, don't be casual. Just hug it."

"But one side ignores me."

Sakuragawa complained softly.

"That's because I reflected the sound... It's okay, it's okay, I won't reflect the sound in the future." One party scratched his hair irritably.

Sakuragawa loosened his grip on his clothes, and leaned on his chest with his head down: "Don't be angry."

"……Um."

Yingchuan hugged him a little tighter, and rubbed against his arms: "One side is the best."

——Hugs are really a good thing and can solve many problems.

"...Don't say nice things."

One party twitched the corners of his mouth unnaturally, and the arc between his eyebrows had been smoothed unconsciously, which was the general trend that he couldn't even control, "Also, it's embarrassing to be like this on the street... let go .”

Sakuragawa has no objection.

But a little harder: "Three, two, one!"

She counted the air she let go, and the air, which was already uncomfortable, suddenly reduced the oxygen molecules, and one of them really felt short of breath in an instant.

In a short three seconds, the beautiful scene that was ready to go and finally appeared in the world suddenly exploded.

Looking at Sakuragawa's happy and bright smile as always, one side was a little dazed, and after a few seconds, the alert mechanism of the brain could barely remember what I said earlier, I should get angry with this nasty guy in front of me and let her learn a lesson. But the next moment, Sakuragawa reached out and held his fingers.

"If we've already eaten lunch, shall we go to the playground? I want to ride the Ferris wheel. I heard that making a wish is very effective."

"Isn't that lying to children? ... And I told you not to touch me casually, right?"

One side shakes his hand and wants to let go, but this action is quite against the aelerator - even if he doesn't want to use pure strength, the reflex can easily separate Sakuragawa's touch, but now he just uses that If other people saw the weak strength, they would probably be stunned, and they resisted without saying anything at all.

"But I caught them all."

Ying Chuan looked at him with strange eyes, clenched his fingers a little more dissatisfied, pursed his lips, and said unhappy, "If you refuse me again, you will pay for it yourself later. "

One party: "..."

The weakest threat of the century has emerged.

But one party really didn't try to get rid of it.

Sakura Chuan was very satisfied, and went out to buy two double-layered ice creams. She didn't let go when eating the ice creams, and one of them couldn't help but glanced at her awkwardly while holding the ice creams while holding his hand tightly. Posture, hesitating to speak: "Can't you concentrate on eating? Am I going to disappear in an instant?"

She usually likes to eat the most.

If you have food and are fed, you are happy. Why do you have to stubbornly hold on to something you like today?

The more one party thinks about it, the more irritable he becomes.

Sakura Chuan observed his expression secretly, and carefully let go of his hand. Before taking another big bite of ice cream, she whispered to the ice cream in her hand: "It's a party, I have to be pampered." .”

One party: "..."

Who spoils whom.

Ying Chuan ice cream was only a small half left, and he tightened his fingertips, and looked sideways in a daze.

"Look at what?"

One side's tone was bad.

Different from the proper movement of handcuffing, the expression on one side's face is very stinky, and if you look closely, it still has the same stiffness as the fingers, and the eyes are wandering around, but they just refuse to meet Sakuragawa's eyes.

Sakuragawa didn't speak, and looked down at the hands that the two were clasping. With a dexterous movement of his fingers, he slid his fingertips along one of the fingers, and the posture of the two became more intimate in an instant, and they were firmly intertwined. up.

One hand was stiff.

Sakura Chuan just clasped his fingers like that, rubbing the soft fingertips on the back of his hand inadvertently, and then came the girl's clear voice: "Yang, your ice cream will melt if you don't eat it."

The liquid that has begun to flow down from above looks extremely violent.

Sakuragawa reminded this sentence, but one party still did not act.

"One side?"

Sakuragawa called him again, her eyes fell on the miserably melted ice cream, her voice already had a hint of anxiety, seeing that there was no movement for a long time, she simply stepped on her foot and took a lick.

The milk-flavored ice cream had some water stains on the corner of Sakuragawa's mouth. She stuck out her tongue and licked it casually, and raised her eyes to meet a dull gaze.

"Snapped--"

The ice cream in one hand fell to the ground.

"..."

"..."

Ying Chuan was taken aback, his expression was a little stiff: "Is this so loyal? Even if you dislike me, you don't have to throw it away..."

One party: "..."

He was completely silent.

There was a movement in her hand, it was Sakura Chuan trying to pull her finger out, one party subconsciously clenched her hand, and scolded in a low voice: "What are you thinking about?"

Not at all blaming.