Two or three things about having a crush on Mr. Dazai

In Dazai's arms, I almost forgot to breathe.

Dazai spoke words that I thought I could only hear in a dream.

I thought I would jump up in disbelief, have a sense of happiness after suffering, and be so satisfied that I want to cry.

But actually, when I heard "give me a little more time and try to fall in love with you before I die" from Dazai's mouth, I found myself waiting for his words from the very beginning.

It seems that after waiting for a century, it finally arrived.

Instead, more grievances filled my heart.

We were all silent.

"Autumn?"

Dazai called me softly.

I hugged him, and said in a heavy nasal voice, "As long as it's not a dog—a dog that you can drive away at will."

"...Stubborn and stingy." Dazai muttered, "So you're so good at holding grudges?"

I wriggled out of his arms and looked at him without saying a word and wept.

Dazai smiled wryly: "...I lost to you, Qiu. Don't cry, okay? My handsome puppy?"

dog?

"Okay, master, it's the master, not a dog, my handsome master Mr. Qiu, I'm your dog, okay?"

No, you are not my dog.I don't like saying that.

"Yeah, it's all my fault. Qiu~ I was wrong~~ Nothing I said to you before counts, so you listen to it the other way around, okay?"

It's all about where.

Dazai's fingertips brushed against the corner of my eye.

I laughed angrily at him, and wiped my tears with his hand unceremoniously.

Dazai was covered with tears on my hands, and I thought his hands were wet and couldn't be wiped clean, so I simply wiped them with the bandage on the back of his hands.

Dazai's head was full of black lines: "Hey hey hey! Crying master, the bathroom is over there, wash your hands and face, please—"

That's what he said, but he didn't pull his hand away.

I think, if Dazai refuses me at this time, I will immediately throw his hand away and hide in nothingness, let him shout out his throat and never show up, and I will not believe his nonsense about "trying to fall in love with you".

Dazai didn't do that, so I decided to give him a chance.

Give him the chance to go from liking me to falling in love with me and then becoming my lover.

The youth in front of me is no longer my god.

He is my prospective lover, Osamu Dazai.

I used to call him "Mr. Dazai".

And Mr. Dazai usually calls me "Autumn"-often with twists and turns; when he wants me to emerge from nothingness, he calls me "Takeshita Aki"; occasionally he calls me "crybaby", "master", "crybag master" " and "Mr. Qiu"; they used to call me "the reincarnated boy of the cannonball".

I love him very much.

After crying a lot, something that had been pent up in his chest for a long time finally dissipated, and he felt relaxed.

After washing my face, my mood calmed down, but my head became more dizzy.The exhaustion and the excessive emotional ups and downs just made my body sicker. I almost fell into a semi-consciousness, and I sometimes lost consciousness.

Dazai was so busy, he went out to buy medicine for me in the middle of the night, and when he came back, he took off my clothes, wiped my forehead, neck, armpits, palms and soles of my feet with alcohol to cool down, and asked me to lean on him to feed me to reduce the fever medicine.

I thought he was feeding me wine when he was feeding me water.

I turned my head and refused: "Mr. Dazai, I don't like drinking."

Dazai: "It's not wine."

Me: "The smell of wine is so strong."

Dazai: "Fake, it smells like milk."

Me: "I smell it."

Dazai: "You lost your sense of smell due to burning."

Me: "Do I look easy to deceive?"

Dazai was silent for a few seconds, and said decisively: "I prophesied that you would drink it obediently after I finished speaking. Okay, I'm done speaking, you drink quickly."

I also thought about it.

As soon as the word "prophecy" comes out, especially the prediction made by Mr. Dazai is indeed very convincing.

Then I inexplicably drank the glass of water with his hand.

After drinking it, I found something was wrong, but I couldn't tell.

After I woke up, recalling this paragraph, I almost wanted to send three confusing question marks to myself at the time:

"???"

In a hazy state of consciousness, I heard Dazai ask me: "Don't you need to go back to work in Mafia?"

I said, "No... I've taken a week off."

Dazai touched my forehead and didn't continue to ask.

When I woke up, I was so hungry that my chest was pressed against my back, and it turned out to be afternoon, and Dazai was no longer here.

There was a whole set of clothes and brand-new bandages beside the bed, so I took a shower in Dazai’s guest room, and changed into the clean clothes Dazai prepared for me—a set of Western-style black and white lapel shirts, very similar to the style Dazai usually wears. resemblance.

Wait, the sizes are similar too.

Could this be Dazai's clothes?

I looked at the sleeves, which were obviously a size too big and longer than my wrists, and fell silent.

Forget it, it's not impossible to wear it.

I slowly folded up the cuffs to the most suitable length.Then he raised his arm and sniffed the clothes.

As soon as he looked up, the corners of the boy's mouth in the mirror rose in secret joy, as if he had eaten a few catties of honey.

In the mirror, the boy's dark blue hair was fluffy and messy.

I slept so well at Dazai’s house, my hair was messed up all night, and I walked around Dazai’s house and didn’t see anything for hair care.

Then he remembered that Dazai's hair was usually disheveled, so he didn't think much about it.

I unpacked my new toiletry set, and brushed my teeth while thinking about that person.

Thinking about it, I couldn't help laughing.

Then the joy turned into sorrow, and I choked while rinsing my mouth.

I:"……"

Damn, so stupid.

However, I am so happy.

After waking up, my physical condition improved. After eating and taking medicine, I happily embarked on the road to the Armed Detective Agency.

Dazai and the others must still be working at this time, so I went directly to the Spiral Cafe on the first floor without disturbing the office on the fourth floor.

"Hello, welcome~"

The waitress at the door still remembered me and said to me: "The little handsome guy hasn't been here for almost a week!"

Her eyes fell on my shirt, which was a size too big, and there was a hint of confusion in her expression.She was not obvious, but still did not escape my eyes.

I smiled at her.

I still chose the position near the corner of the door, but this time my mood was completely different from last time.

I ordered a glass of milk and drowsy in the afternoon sun.

Not long after, I saw the person I miss the most.

What felt him earlier than sight was the sense of touch.

I was lying on the table in the coffee shop, and suddenly there was an extra coat on my body.

The familiar smell dispelled all my vigilance, and the warm coat surrounded me with his smell.

I opened my eyes sleepily, and the handsome brown-haired young man sat in the seat opposite me and looked at me with a smile.

The golden sunlight fell into the eyebrows and eyes of his hair, making him look like a fairy descended from the earth.

I asked, "Mr. Dazai, is work over?"

Dazai answered irrelevantly: "I don't have many tasks recently, they are all very capable, so I don't need to be the smart one~"

The snarling face of the man with yellow hair and glasses appeared in my mind for a second, and then I quickly put it out of my mind.

Being able to see the person he loves is the most important thing, Dazai said that there are not many tasks, so it is not many, whether it is Dazai's not many tasks or Kunikida's not many tasks.

I pointed to the beige coat on the back, which Dazai just took off for me: "This...you don't need it?"

Dazai: "Your illness is not cured yet, don't catch a cold."

"……Um."

I knew a long time ago that Dazai is unparalleled in his care and gentleness, but his heart still falls into a honeypot because of his words.

Dazai took a deep breath, slammed his head on the table, and his whole body went limp as if he had no bones.

His cheeks were squeezed out of shape by the desktop, and his voice was squeezed soft, with Dazai's unique airy taste: "Kunikida-kun didn't ask me for leave, I'm obviously a sick one, and you're talking about committing suicide It's not within the scope of approved reasons for asking for leave... Ah, I'm so tired..."

I also lay down on the table and leaned close to his face, so close that I could count his long and attractive eyelashes.

My heart was also tickled by those long eyelashes, thumping, urging me to touch, touch, and kiss.

"I'll give you a massage when I get back."

I suggested quietly.

"Eh... good!"

Dazai rolled his face on the table and happily agreed.

I asked, "Do you want something to drink? I'll go buy it."

“Coffee de-ice double sugar!”

I was about to get up when Dazai suddenly sat up straight with a carp.

"No, Qiu, sit down! You're sick, I'll go buy it."

Although my low-grade fever didn't prevent me from going to the counter to order a cup of coffee, I followed Dazai's instructions anyway.

This kind of Dazai makes me feel very novel and interesting.

Sometimes lazy, sometimes gentle, sometimes lively, sometimes gentleman.

Is he doing the same with other dates?

I propped my cheek and thought.

"I can tell by looking at you that you are thinking about messy things."

Dazai returned to the table and said in a teasing tone.

"I'll see if it's still burning."

As he spoke, he brushed away the fragmented hair on my forehead with his hands, leaned over and touched my forehead with his lips.

the first time.

Dazai-san offered to kiss me.

Puff, puff, puff.

Heart beats like a drum.

At the same time, there were chaotic and angry footsteps outside the coffee shop.

As the door was pushed open, a shout of anger spread throughout the Spiral Cafe: "Dazai! The clerk said that you skipped work and went on a date downstairs again! How many times is this??!"

My heart almost missed a beat.Shrunk back in astonishment, staggering Dazai's contact.

Dazai paused.

My sight was blocked by Dazai, and I only heard Kuniki Tanaka's angry voice: "I'm sorry to bother you! I'll take Dazai away first..."

Dazai turned around dissatisfied: "Don't be so loud, Kunikida-kun, you scared him."

"How dare you during working hours..."

Kunikida's voice became smaller and smaller after seeing me, and finally completely disappeared into the air.

"He...he...he..."

Kunikida stood up in shock, pointed at me with a finger and shook and shook and shook.

"What happened to him?" Dazai was puzzled.

I probably know what Kunikida is surprised about.

I'm wearing clothes that don't fit, and I'm wearing Dazai's coat.When I'm with Dazai, it's obvious that it's the same clothes, not to mention his current partner who knows Dazai well.

Kunikida moved his finger to Dazai's face: "You...you...what did you do with your mouth? Tell the truth!!!"

Dazai pouted in my direction: "Here."

"Also, Kunikida-kun's behavior of pointing at people like this is very impolite~"

Dazai's answer with a single syllable instantly ignited his partner, and Kunikida grabbed Dazai's neck and shook it crazily back and forth: "Polite! Impolite! How dare you attack a minor!! Dazai, you beast! You are a beast in clothes! I misread you!! Do you still have any! A little bit! Morality!!!”

Dazai's body was like a noodle, shaking with Kunikida's movements, as if his soul had come out of his body.

I:"………………"

"stop!!!"

I stood up abruptly, trying to free Dazai from Kunikida.

As a result, Kunikida yelled at him before he even got close: "Master, if you are a minor, you don't have the right to speak!"

The man with the long yellow hair tied into a ponytail was full of the integrity of the moral education director, and looked at me sadly, as if he was looking at some young man who had gone astray.He even cast a genuinely hateful look at Dazai.

... Is there something wrong with this man?

I'm still worried about Dazai, he just fainted from carbon monoxide poisoning yesterday, I'm afraid he will be shaken uncomfortably.

"you misunderstood."

I explained to Kunikida in the most concise and clear way: "Mr. Dazai and I did not have sex."

Kunikida: "..."

Kunikida: "..."

Kunikida: "Then why are you wearing his clothes??"

Me: "Yesterday I was sick, and I stayed at Mr. Dazai's house for one night. I didn't change my clothes, so I wore his clothes."

Kunikida: "That's why you're pale and weak and still wearing his coat..."

I looked natural and responded fluently: "Because I'm still sick, Mr. Dazai is afraid that I'll catch a cold."

Kunikida: "..."

Only then did Dazai straighten his collar leisurely, and sighed: "Kunikida-kun's power of association, alas..."

Kunikida was so embarrassed that he was about to faint.

"Still being so violent towards me, a patient who failed to commit suicide, without regard for our partner's friendship at all, it's so sad~~"

Although Dazai sounded not only not sad, but happy.

But I still cooperated and said: "Mr. Dazai, are you alright?...Failed to commit suicide, refused to ask for leave, went to work with illness, and was misunderstood by your partner, and cruelly attacked you. It's too difficult for you, do you want to take a break?"

"Take a break, of course. It would be nice if my less-than-sharp partner could double-sugar my coffee and make up for his terrible misunderstanding."

Dazai sighed on the surface, but secretly gave me an "OK" gesture.

I couldn't help laughing, so I had to cover my mouth with my hand and pretend to cough.

Kunikida stretched out his trembling hand, pointed at me, and then pointed at Dazai, as if he saw some kind of scourge, with a very painful expression on his face.

He yelled at Dazai with a dark face: "...Dream you!! Don't even think about it!!!"