[Comprehensive] Daily life of the retired savior

One month after Mr. Dazai lived in my family’s shrine, I’m quite used to his existence.

Mr. Oda Sakunosuke's new book is finally on the shelves of the bookstore, and the sales performance is of course good. The owner of the literary agency was overjoyed and simply combined several short stories he had published before to make a collection of cheating krypton.

I brought a thick egg yaki made by Yato and quietly bribed Koyama-senpai. Sure enough, I got the sample book at the first time, took it with me and hurried back to the shrine happily.

"Mr. Dazai, here is Mr. Odasaku's collection."

The man's slender fingers stroked back and forth on the spine of the beautifully bound book.His expression was weird, obviously the corners of his mouth were trembling upwards trying to smile, and his eyes were drizzled.

The loss tightly wrapped in the heart, accompanied by the ease of gradually letting go, divided him into two parts.One part is still sane and calm and continues to analyze the sustainability of the status quo, while the other part of the sensitive and slender soul cheers and finally does not have to fall into the dark nightmare again...

His unconsciously wandering eyes finally fixed on the orange-haired girl looking forward to him—my savior, who would hear the wish appearing in the desert-like life and reach out to rescue people of my kind without hesitation.

Mr. Dazai put down the sample booklet in his hand and took a step forward. He looked at me with too focused eyes, so focused that people could not have any emotions related to shyness, because the person in front of him had already focused to a pious level.

"Miss Fujimaru..." He sighed and bent over to hug me gently, resting his fluffy head on my shoulder.

We like to call each other by each other's surname plus honorifics, which is probably a unique nickname between lovers-I call him Mr. Dazai, and he calls me Ms. Fujimaru, with a kind of weird taste that only foolish lovers can understand.

"Did I say thank you?"

"Not yet today."

"Nah, thank you, Ms. Fujimaru. Thank you for being here, thank you for your response, thank you for your love..."

The book that Osamu Dazai was thinking about was thrown on the low table and no one cares about it. The only two humanoid creatures in the room got closer together and seemed to be sticking together. The plain washi sliding door was suddenly knocked from the outside.

——"What are you doing?"

It was my elder brother who ran out to do odd jobs early in the morning and rushed over to stop the wild boar from digging his own cabbage. He held a sutai sword in his hand and slapped the poor wooden frame of the sliding door aggressively.Miss Yuanzi quietly slipped out of the cat's nest to watch the excitement, but he stared back and ran away.

"My sister is not yet an adult, beast!"

Looking closely, I found that the Sutai sword in his hand was a real sword, or the kind with a sharpened edge, shining beautifully in the sunlight.As a fellow kendo enthusiast, seeing him holding the vibrating knife with sweaty hands like this, I almost cried when the knife didn't cry.

"Yato, you can't roll the handle of your sword!"

"Citizens are already adults when the current law is revised. 20 years old is the age limit for drinking, bro."

When Mr. Dazai gets angry, he can almost kill people. He specially lifts which pot is left open. Yato clutched his chest and took two steps back to watch him with grief and anger:

"I'm going to tell Father and Mother to kick you out!"

"Ah~ I'm so scared~ Please forgive me~ I won't dare again~"

My boyfriend sticks out his tongue and mocks my elder brother in a mean way. The two people who don’t know how old together quickly degenerate to the kindergarten stage, launching a series of verbal attacks on each other through the sliding door frame...

It's amazingly colorful.

It's the first time I've discovered Osamu Dazai and Yato. They really owe each other to the point where they can be sympathetic to each other... I can't tell who speaks, and I owe it to each other.

"You guys! Give me enough! This is a shrine!"

Both sides shut their mouths and took a step back, looking over with their tearful "big" eyes - what kind of Shura field is this, fall!

Yato's reaction was quicker by a second, and he covered his chest and pointed at Mr. Dazai "distressed": "Lixiang! You don't know what to do for this monster!"

Don't you even want your brother? "

Mr. Dazai leaned on my shoulder with a weak face and said "wronged": "I am not, I am not, he is just an ordinary good citizen, not some strange goblin, Lixiang sauce, you have to trust him... ..."

... You gangster boss says you are a good citizen?

Is there something wrong?

The increasingly cheerful Mr. Dazai rubbed against me as if he could read minds: "Let's not talk about the fact that I have resigned. Ortafia has a business license for supernatural powers, which is an organization of supernatural powers officially allowed by the Supernatural Secret Service Division. Pay a large amount of taxes in accordance with the law. In a sense, many civil servants in Yokohama rely on this money to receive their salaries, otherwise why would the military and police tolerate the existence of an armed violent group for a long time.”

This is the first time he has taken the initiative to mention the content of his last job, and there must be some people who are "harmonious" part, but I still accepted this kindness-curiosity killed the cat, since he has now decided to resign and live a life of ordinary people, Then change your mind and stay in the "prison" of the shrine and start a new life.

I raised my hand and went back to stroke Dazai's hair as a comfort, coaxed my boyfriend to stuff him into the room smiling, and I turned my head to face my brother who was still fuming like a puffer fish.

"Brother, I like Mr. Dazai, and there is also a part of love. I know that this person is full of negative colors in terms of character and ability, but I am still sincerely grateful for this strange emotion..."

No one can explain such things as feelings.

For example, Yato and I, who are obviously not related by blood, get along day and night under the same roof, and it doesn't end in a family relationship.

"So it really is my childhood sweetheart who lost to heaven?" An unreliable guy rubbed his chin and made a terrible remark, and I kicked him immediately.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Childhood sweethearts, bamboo horses, heavenly fall, what have you watched on TV at home?"

"..."

"Lixiang, if you haven't read it, how would you know what I'm talking about?"

"……Kill you!"

In the small courtyard of the shrine, the sound of bamboo swords fighting each other was heard very quickly. The two brothers and sisters came and fought together.

Osamu Dazai hugged Ms. Sonoko who slipped out of nowhere, and leaned against the pillar in a yukata and haori, laughing at the Fujimaru brothers and sisters' "fraternal fratricide", with the beautifully bound short story collection beside him.

Living in a place where you can see the sea, grassland and mountains, you can read a book with a cat in your arms, eat crabs at any time, and maybe have a friend who comes to visit with wine.

……

"Fujimaru..."

I have been in university for more than a month, and I have to run back and forth between Yokohama and Tokyo every day.Fortunately, the university courses are a little easier than high school, so I chose the most relaxing club—the reading club, a book of "Manyoshu" for a year or something, don't be too relaxed.

The parents who have been out wandering for several months finally have plans to go home, and they are expected to return this week.I thought that I would have to organize a big cleaning when I go back today. According to Yato's situation, Mr. Dazai would have to work harder to please my parents.

"Fujimaru!"

Before I walked out of the school gate, a senior from the same department led another strange young man to come over and stop my footsteps.

"That... weekend we are going to have a fellowship with other departments. As one of the few girls in the seminary, please be sure to participate!"

The hierarchy and faction divisions in the school are unreasonable, but I don't want to cause trouble to challenge the current established rules, so I nodded obediently: "Got it, what day is the weekend? Where is it? I want to take someone with me."

They probably think that I want to bring a girlfriend to embolden me, but in fact I plan to show off my boyfriend who is hiding at home and solve the problem once and for all.

The senior and the person who followed him looked at each other and nodded to my request: "Just this Saturday, see you at the entrance of Disney at [-]:[-] in the morning. Take the subway to Maihama Station. If you are afraid that time is too late, you can borrow one night at Fujisaki's house. We open

a reception.How about it? "

Not so good, I'm afraid that if I promise today, I will receive a call from the police station to claim my boyfriend tomorrow.

"No need, my shrine still has work to do, see you tomorrow morning!"

I shook my hand at the senior, and found out how fast my battered old Ford could run.

We're all grown-ups, and you invite a girl to your house "alone" for a drink and a sleepover, and say you guys have no color ideas, and maybe even the crows at school won't believe it.

All the way back to Yokohama from school, I almost forgot that I didn't actually have such a thing as a driver's license.After parking the car, I saw Mr. Dazai standing at the gate of the shrine holding a bunch of coins, and I don't know what kind of uncleanness he drove.

"Lixiang, you are back!"

He threw away the things in his hand and jumped down the steps briskly in two or three steps: "I came back very early today. I studied the method of tofu, and it tastes good except it is a little hard."

"Eating boiled tofu at night? There are still side dishes made last Sunday in the refrigerator, I will help you, wait a moment."

Yato and Yukine haven't returned yet.

Mr. Dazai and I walked into the shrine one after the other, and the people behind suddenly reached out and grabbed my arm...

"how?"

Covering his eyes with his beautiful palm, he bit my ear with a bit of a smile: "Miss Fujimaru, is there anything you want to tell me?"

I raised my hand to touch the back of his slightly cool hand: "Yes, do you want to have a reception tonight? There is a fellowship between colleges on Saturday, and I will take you there."

Sliding my hand into his hair, the man meekly lowered his body with force, I raised my head to touch the corner of my lover's lips, and he seized the opportunity to turn my light peck into a lingering kiss.

"Miss Fujimaru, do you want a drinking party for adults?"

There is still his slight panting in my ears, with a hoarseness that I don't have on weekdays, and there is more pressure that makes me inexplicably nervous, "Are you sure?"

"To participate in an adult's reception, you must first become an adult. I can slowly tell you about those things about adults..."

……

Of course I didn't eat boiled tofu that day, and I simply skipped the next day's class... I hope the professors will let me go because I really can't get up and drive towards Tokyo.

Suddenly there is a sense of crisis that may be dismissed due to insufficient attendance in the future