Personality is to like [Comprehensive]

"Their suspicions have not been dispelled. There should be another way."

Sitting on the metal boxes piled up high in the warehouse, taking Kunikida Doppo's complaints as the BGM, Osamu Dazai swayed his legs, and turned his face to look at the silent Yayoi.

In the plan of the police department, the armed detective agency is used as the vanguard and bait, and the two professional heroes of foreign aid and their own large force will wait for the criminal gang to take the bait, and then outflank it from the outside.

So at this moment, there are only three people left here who are too idle to grow mushrooms.

Although it was meaningless, but Yayoi's mask was still put back on, Dazai Osamu could only see that pair of eyes, which seemed to be covered with layers of mist.

Can't see the real emotion hidden in those eyes.

He just laughed: "Have you decided what to do? MI~SA~KI~Little~Sister~"

The deliberately exaggerated tone was inexplicably familiar, but Kunikida Doppo, who was nagging, stopped complaining.The empty warehouse suddenly fell silent.

Yayoi shook her head without hesitation, and said slowly, "They shouldn't know."

It just means to hide it to the end.

Kunikida Doppo wanted to calm down by pushing his glasses, but in the end, he still couldn't help asking: "But...you, you miss them, right?"

Near nostalgia timid.

If there is no love, not the object of attention and cherishment, then when Bakugo Katsuki and Hong Jiaodong appeared just now, she would not have reacted in that way.

Analyzing it more harshly—it was precisely because the relationship between the Armed Detective Agency and Yayoi was not close that she declared her identity so frankly.

From a certain point of view, she is indeed a contradictory existence who is cruel to others and herself, but is partial to those close to her.

Yayoi just raised the corners of her lips, and after enduring the uncontrollable shock at the beginning, she returned to her recent days, calm enough to have a little indifference.

"One shouldn't be chasing bubbles that are destined to burst."

The little girl's voice was very soft, but it contained a decisive force, not to be turned back: "Compared to finally getting it and then losing it, it's better to have no hope from the beginning, and I'm happier."

"'For his own good'... huh?"

Osamu Dazai summed up the central idea of ​​the above words, chewed the words slowly, raised his eyebrows slightly, and showed a mocking smile on his face.

"I don't like it that much."

As the black-haired young man spoke, he leaned to the side, leaning on the little girl like a boneless one.

He casually curled Yayoi's long hair, put his ear against the other's neck, his eyelashes were drooping, covering a small shadow, he looked a little cute.

But he is Osamu Dazai after all.

"Some people pursue the tenderness and tenderness in human nature, while others yearn for destruction. Rather than depicting the happiness and possibility of the illusory future, it is more pleasant to grasp something in the palm of your hand, right?"

After a short silence, Yayoi laughed suddenly: "No, I..."

Immediately, he was interrupted by Kunikida Doppo opening the Ideal Notebook.

"The chat ends here."

The young man in a suit and leather shoes touched the pen tip on the paper of his notebook, his eyes were sharp, and he swept towards the warehouse door, entering a fighting state.

"Everyone, it's time to start work."

And what kicked off the battle was a (wooden warehouse) sound.

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At the end of the battle, Kunikida Doppo kept looking at Yayoi quietly, causing the latter monk Erzhang to be confused and confused, not knowing what happened.

It was Osamu Dazai who gloated and dismantled his partner.

"He's just reflecting on why his (Kokura) skills are not as good as you, 'Little Misaki'."

When Osamu Dazai was speaking, he couldn't help but look towards the edge of the little girl's skirt—of course, it didn't mean that he was abnormal, he was just looking at the pocket hand (wooden warehouse) that he sent out as a self-defense weapon.

Resolute and crisp shots, accurate and unmistakable predictions, and every shot (bow single) that is easy to do and will definitely inflict trauma on the enemy.

Really beautiful marksmanship.

But strictly speaking, with a strong killer temperament, he is still so strong that he doesn't bother to snipe secretly, and is very good at confrontation.

Osamu Dazai could only think of one name.

And another behemoth that is connected to it, far away across the ocean.

And Yayoi's answer also verified his guess.

"Because, I have a...remarkable teacher."

The little girl said so.

——The number one assassin in the world, and the leader of the outside advisors of King Pengele X, Reborn.

Osamu Dazai crushed this long title between his lips and teeth, but did not say it out of his mouth.

Looking at the professional hero who was staring at him not far away, and his eyes were too straightforward, he stretched lazily.

"Well~ wait a minute, I'll go say hello to those two guys. Can Misaki go home by herself? Ah, or go to the dessert shop to eat a small cake, or go to the mall to buy some beautiful dresses. The password of the credit card is good. Do you remember?"

Forcing himself to turn the sadness that was flowing against the river into the motivation to continue to practice (Kakura) method, Kunikida Doppo gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, and felt his head hurt.

"Dazai, you bastard, at least give me a little attention—huh?!"

It just so happened that the police and professional heroes came over to have friendly exchanges after the war. As a result, Osamu Dazai slammed a carp and hooked Kunikida Doppo's shoulders. He looked like a good brother, and then pushed the person over without saying a word top cylinder.

If it weren't for the presence of outsiders, the other country Kida is alone today, and Dazai Osamu would have to know why the bandage turned red.

And in the short gap created by Kunikida Dopō, Osamu Dazai put his hands on Yayoi's shoulders, lowered his head, and spoke extremely lightly and quickly, like thunder.

"Sure enough. Your heartbeat... is so slow. Slow, like someone who is supposed to be dying."

Yayoi raised her eyes, her emotions were calm, and she met his gaze.

Withdrawing the fingertips pressing on the jugular artery, Osamu Dazai bent his eyes, lowered his voice even more, leaned close to her ear, and asked in a whisper.

"Sorry, I seem to have guessed wrong before. So, are you... an undead wandering among the living, or a... Lord God who returned to the world from hell?"

At the end, he himself seemed to be unable to restrain his laughter, and let out a short sneer.

Not intending to get an answer right now, Osamu Dazai left this sentence, then withdrew, realizing his conscience, and went back to advance and retreat with Kunikida alone.

"Be careful to meet strange uncles on the road."

He didn't look back, he just waved his hands with his back to him, blocking the gazes of Katsuki Bakugo and Jiao Dong.

His fingers unconsciously grasped the corner of the scarf, and the unique elegant floral fragrance of Avalon wafted from the tip of his nose, which foreshadowed that the magic protection from the blooming magician would not disappear.

Yayoi pursed her lips, stayed where she was for more than ten seconds, finally got mixed into the bustling crowd, turned and left.

She also didn't look back.

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Yayoi didn't go back to the dormitory of the Armed Detective Agency immediately, but just wandered all the way to the destination, killing time in vain until the sunset.

Because of dinner, as long as the members of the Armed Detective Agency are not on a mission, they will try their best to get together for dinner, exchange information and mission progress, and check the time on the phone, she decides to get up and go back to the office.

Passing through a secluded small park.

Due to the existence of the port, port, black, hand, and party that is almost well-known in the local area, ordinary people always try their best to avoid it at this time and this kind of place, and those who are courageous or in a hurry will occasionally copy a shortcut.

Just when passing through the center of the small park, Yayoi suddenly heard a voice.

A voice that... definitely shouldn't be here.

——"Yayoi, good evening. It's been a long time."

【This is impossible. 】

【how could be? 】

The heart stopped beating for a moment, and her body was almost instinctively driven to respond immediately. It took less than a second, and a faint blue aura condensed on her fingertips, and she shouted sharply.

"All for One?!"

But in the next second, another familiar yet unfamiliar figure appeared from the shadow of the bushes.

"You see, AllforOne is right. After five years, you still tend to ignore the possibility of 'technology' and fall into the trap. It's really...too careless."

Dark green hair, tiredness that cannot be concealed on the face, but the eyes are too complicated and obscure, as if the sorrow and pain of drowning people are mixed with a little bit of light of hope that will never go out, and together they create an indescribable , and a scene that was so shocking that I couldn't take my eyes off it.

Throwing aside the recording pen in his hand that was repeating "Yayoi, good evening. It's been a long time.", Izuku Midoriya slowly tried to draw the corners of his lips, but in the end he could only outline some illusory, fragile A smile that shatters at the touch of a poke.

It seemed that he didn't even dare to blink, but there were tears falling from the corners of his eyes. His tone was steady, and his voice implied a heart-piercing, very weak cry.

"...Yayoi."

The author has something to say:

This is a wise Deku√

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In the next chapter, I'm going to show some coquettish operations again, hehehehe [rubbing hands]