[Comprehensive] Martyrdom is not a good civilization

The raindrops hit the glass window. At first they were small raindrops, which accumulated together and slowly slid down the glass surface.The sound of ticking rain turned into a dull patter, as if the sky was pouring down on the person, and the feeling of suffocation became more and more intense.

I looked up from time to time, and then looked down at the pen in my hand in a daze.

Today's rain came suddenly, and the ventilation windows on the balcony of the house were not closed. The big rabbit basking in the sun on the balcony might also get wet.

Tsk, no umbrella, feeling irritable.

I sat in a daze at the desk with my schoolbag in my arms, my expectation that the rain would stop before school was over.

"Sakura Valley, let's go together?"

"I remember there is an event in the basketball club, isn't Captain Akashi going?"

"They're enough."

Akashi's expression was the same as before, but I found that there seemed to be some subtle changes, his momentum was much stronger than before.

Yuan Gongqian didn't bring an umbrella either, she was going to be stubborn in the classroom with her to see if the rain would stop, but it seemed that a boy had invited her.

I waved away the unnatural feeling in my mind, picked up my schoolbag and nodded to Akashi Seijuro: "Then let's go together, please."

Akashi Seijuro is half a head taller than me, and the umbrella covers most of my body at an angle.

In terms of politeness, Akashi is absolutely in place, but I have nothing in common with him, and the atmosphere is not embarrassing even if we walk quietly.

"Take me to the doorman, please. It's more convenient to take a taxi."

Akashi, as the censor of a large consortium, chooses a bus or subway that is completely inconsistent with his identity, and only occasionally asks his family driver to pick him up on rainy and snowy days.

And after Yinggu Yangyi and I got into an unhappy fight, he basically changed from free-range to free-range.Hmph, I'll have a driver or something in the future, so I don't need you, a hot daddy.

"If you don't mind, you can ask the driver to take you home first."

I brushed off the drops of water that fell on my arm, and smiled at Akashi: "No need, the positions of our two families are just opposite."

The slightly cool rainwater splashed on the calves, and the blood on the skin disappeared and looked sickly white.

"If this is your insistence."

Akashi nodded slightly, and I seemed to see a golden streamer flashing through the rose-colored pupil of his left eye.

"Little Ayako."

I was lowering my head and thinking about whether it was my illusion, when a familiar, lazy and clean voice came to my ears accompanied by the sound of rain.

I raised my head and looked at the iris-colored eyes under the opposite black umbrella. The owner of the eyes looked at me intently, and heartfelt joy overflowed from my heart.

Dazai was wearing a sand-colored windbreaker, and he was standing at the school gate with an umbrella. Under the rain, he exuded an air of alienation, which was out of tune with the bustling campus.

"Dazai!"

I got out from under Akashi's umbrella, and flew to Dazai and hugged his arm.The British-style round-toed leather shoes on the feet stepped on the ground, splashing small crystal water droplets.

Akashi sized up Dazai, then nodded politely after a moment, frowning.

Dazai pulled out the arm that was held by me and wrapped it around my shoulders, just blocking the falling rainwater.He smiled warmly at Akashi, his iris-colored eyes were gloomy.

"Someone pick me up, see you tomorrow, Akashi."

I was immersed in the joy of my boyfriend coming over, and happily waved goodbye to Akashi.This was the first time Dazai and I met again since we left Yokohama.

"See you tomorrow, Sakuraguchi."

Akashi slightly lowered the umbrella, and the back holding the umbrella was as elegant as green bamboo.

"Why are you here looking for me all of a sudden, Dazai?"

"Of course I'm afraid that Xiao Lingzi will be snatched away."

Dazai blinked innocently, he didn't wear a bandage on his face, and the focused gaze of his kite-colored eyes was even more lethal.

"As long as I don't want anyone to take it away? So Dazai you..."

"I see, Miss Ayako."

Dazai stuffed the umbrella into my hand and took off the windbreaker to cover me.He carried his schoolbag on his shoulders, looking like a boy carrying a bag.

Dazai's body temperature remained on the windbreaker, and my skin was instantly warmed by the heat absorbed by the rain. I smelled the reassuring smell of detergent on the clothes, and smiled brightly at Dazai.

"Are you satisfied, young miss?" Dazai took the umbrella again, the surface of the umbrella was tilted to completely cover the splashing water drops, he lowered his head and kissed me on the cheek.

"Well, I'm very satisfied!"

The title Miss reminds me of the role-playing with Dazai in the dungeon before, and now I think Dazai was teasing me at that time.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, but these have nothing to do with me.

It was inevitable that some water would get in the shoes, and the white cotton socks stuck to our feet with dampness. Dazai and I walked into the elevator in the apartment, covered in moisture.

"Dazai, I live on the sixth floor."

Dazai's finger was on the number seven, he smiled and winked at me: "What a coincidence, I happen to live upstairs from Ayako."

"what?"

I opened my eyes wide in surprise, and reached out to press the number six, but was held by Dazai and hid in his palm.

"Aren't you going to take a look, Ayako?"

The elevator rose slowly, and after a moment of weightlessness, it quickly reached the seventh floor.The hardcover apartments here are part of the bargaining chips in the money and power transactions of the upper class. They are close to the urban area and transportation lines, so it is generally difficult to buy.So most floors are empty.

Unexpectedly, Dazai moved here without a word.

Dazai squeezed my index finger, wiped off the water stains on the pulp of the finger, and pressed it on the fingerprint lock to record fingerprints.I stared blankly at Dazai's side face, especially from my angle, Dazai's jaw line is clear, and the youthful feeling between teenagers and young people is very tempting.

I kissed Dazai on the chin.

"What's the matter, Ayako?"

"It's nothing, I just feel that my boyfriend is so good-looking."

"It seems that skin care has to be put on the agenda in advance. The young lady likes the new and dislikes the old, but I will die of heartbreak."

Dazai's eyelashes trembled slightly, covering most of the light in his eyes, his kite eyes looked very lonely.He opened the door, took out the freshly unpacked pink slippers from the shoe cabinet, squatted down and untied the shoelaces for me.

I rubbed Dazai's fluffy and soft black hair. Sometimes his thoughts are too deep for people to understand, and sometimes they are so shallow that people like me who don't have complicated brains can see through them at a glance.

"I am very affectionate. The first Girl's Day doll I received when I was a child is still in the window."

I took off my shoes, pulled off my soggy socks in disgust, and stepped my feet into slippers.The toes were white from the blisters, and my whole body felt warm when my feet warmed up.

"Will I be put in the window in the future?"

Although the question Dazai asked seemed very problematic, I still thought about it seriously: "I only know that if you die, I will put the ashes in the window."

Dazai smiled innocently: "Okay, I will install a big window at home in the future."

I just got my shoes wet, but Dazai was almost completely soaked.He poured me a glass of warm water and turned to the bathroom to take a shower.

The decoration pattern of Dazai’s room is roughly the same as mine. This time, all the basic furniture is missing. I sit on the sofa, turn on the TV and tune to the TV series of Dog Blood.

The suddenly noisy family ethics and family short stories echoed in the living room.

Huh, comfortable~

It's so quiet, I always feel a little lonely.

"DiDi, DiDi..."

The cell phone that Dazai put in the windbreaker rang persistently, I took out the cell phone and put it on the coffee table.The phone vibrated, and the black sauce in the fish tank, which seemed to be a little thinner than the last time we met, shook.

The caller displayed "slug", and the other party kept calling. After ten or 20 seconds, no one answered and hung up impatiently. After a pause of dozens of seconds, the call continued.

Slug is what Dazai called Chuya Nakahara, right?You can feel his anger through the screen.

After repeating this several times, I finally couldn't help but press the connect button.

"Bastard Dazai!! You have the ability to clean up the mess before you run away!"

"Sorry, you..."

"Huh? An apology is useful... eh?? Female?"

The irritable voice on the other side paused, with deep self-doubt in the question, exactly the same as the reaction of making a wrong call and scolding the other side.

Is Dazai's partner, Mr. Nakahara Chuya, too honest?

"Sorry Mr. Nakahara, Dazai is taking a shower, I will tell him to call you back."

Just as Dazai was talking, a vague voice came from the bathroom. His voice was drawn out and said vaguely, "Little Ayako—help me take off my pajamas!"

There was a moment of silence on the other side of the phone: "Uh... sorry to bother you!"

"No, don't bother?"

"Beep beep..."

There was a busy tone from the phone, and I stared blankly at the extinguished screen, feeling puzzled from the bottom of my heart—it’s just a pajamas, what’s the trouble?

I rummaged through Dazai's closet. There wasn't much furniture in the room, but the closet was full.He didn't have much of his own clothes, and most of the space was filled with women's clothing.

I confirmed that Dazai has no penchant for wearing women's clothes, and the size of the clothes is the same as mine.I glanced at it with complicated emotions, and took out his old-fashioned pajamas.

The long-sleeved gray vertical stripes are dark, and the pajamas are soft but too old-fashioned.With a black face, I hugged my pajamas and ran to the bathroom door. The door was slightly opened, and steam came out of it.

"Tuk Tuk."

"Dazai, come get the clothes."

After waiting for a while, Dazai stretched out his hand through the crack of the door as if he was slow to react: "Little Ayako, I feel so bad..."

"what happened?"

Dazai’s voice was a little weak, and I immediately thought of social news—a certain boy closed the doors and windows while taking a shower, and died suddenly of carbon monoxide poisoning.

"Uncomfortable..." Dazai's voice was hoarse, and he stretched out his hand to hold my wrist coquettishly.

The hand clasped between my wrists is slender and strong, with a small bulge on the wrist bone, delicate and delicate but not feminine.

I frowned involuntarily, Dazai's fingers were cold, but his palm was hot.

"Put on your pajamas first, I'll come in right away."

"Oh."

Dazai let go of his hand reluctantly, and rubbed my wrist twice at the end.There was a rustling sound in the bathroom, and the sound lasted for a long time before the bathroom door was opened.

The hot and humid steam hit my face, I looked at Dazai carefully, and I felt that he had a fever.

Dazai's cheeks couldn't see the blush after bathing at all, his complexion was pale, his eyes were a little wet, and there was a sick reddish at the end of his eyes.

I went up to touch Dazai's forehead, the temperature was slightly higher than normal, it seems that there is no need to worry about being burned into a fool.But in the hot and humid bathroom, he buttoned up his long sleeves and neckline, and wrapped his neck in a towel.

"Why did you wrap your neck up?"

"It doesn't look good without a bandage."

"..."

I sighed softly, grabbed Dazai's arm, and led him to the bedroom.The fever didn't reach [-] degrees, so it's silly to be fine, and I can't tell which is more important, good-looking or healthy.

Seeing that I didn't make a sound, Dazai stopped and bent over awkwardly, he buried his face on my shoulder and rubbed it lightly, and said softly, "I'm afraid that little Ayako will dislike you."