Woke up and I became Da Jae's bandage

I, Suzuki Toru, am 17 years old.

I officially started living with Osamu Dazai yesterday.

Hiss, this term is not right, it should be said, I will stay at his house temporarily.

Originally, I wanted to go out and look for a house independently, but I didn’t have any money—in short, I have no right to say that Dazai Ji is poor, because I am poorer than him.

I don't have a formal social status here, but Osamu Dazai told me not to worry, he will take care of my status issue, and even allow me to continue to go to school, during which I just need to stay at home obediently.

But Suzuki Cheru, a three-hearted young man who is striving to become stronger, is by no means a person who hides under the eaves of other houses and eats for free. Therefore, I took on the job of taking care of Osamu Dazai's diet and daily life.

Well, not too far off from what I used to do as a bandage.

The only problem that is a bit tangled is... the matter of going to bed at night.

As we all know, Osamu Dazai has only one bed :)

When I used to be a bandage, it was fine to sleep with him, anyway, I don't take up space, at most let him match me with a small soft bed.But it's completely different when you become a human.

that bed!Only 1.5 meters!

Is it really okay for me and Osamu Dazai to squeeze on it? !

If it's other things, it's easy to talk about. The most terrible thing is that I still like him very much, and he directly let me sleep in the same bed with him. Wouldn't that make me die of shame?

I have already thought about it, if Osamu Dazai prepared two quilts at night, I will sleep on the sofa with one quilt.

but--

The corners of my eyes twitched when I saw Osamu Dazai shake off a quilt until it was full.

He jumped onto the bed and arranged it in a "big" shape, let out a long breath, and complained "I'm so tired".

Tired you big head ghost!

What are you doing?I do all the housework, so why don't you just take a shower, eat a meal, spread a quilt, and get tired of wool balls!

And what does it mean to have only one quilt!

After more than four years, this guy doesn't even have two quilts!

I glanced nonchalantly at the empty cabinets—obviously, there weren't.

I mechanically walked to Osamu Dazai and pushed his arm.

Osamu Dazai gave me a suspicious look.

I numbly pointed at the position on the inside of the bed: "Get out of the way, I'm sleepy, I want to sleep."

There was a smile on Dazai Osamu's face, he jumped off the bed and made a "please" gesture, and lifted the quilt by the way.

……

I pretended I didn't see any movement, got into the innermost part of the quilt, leaned against the wall, and there was no new pillow, so I used Osamu Dazai's cotton coat as my pillow.

I was wearing Osamu Dazai's pajamas and covered with Osamu Dazai's quilt.

Surrounded by the smell of Osamu Dazai.

If this continues, my brain will be broken.

But that's not enough--to die, that guy Dazai Osamu still wants to talk to me!

"Ah, the weather forecast says that there will be rain tomorrow, so you should sleep at home on a rainy day, aren't you right, Ah Che?"

With a blank face, I let out a "hmm" through my nose, and after thinking about it, I felt that something was wrong, and then added: "But Dazai, don't you want to go to work?"

Osamu Dazai sighed: "They may be more happy to see me not going."

So how disgusting are you?

Forget it, he can do whatever he likes, he doesn't stay in bed for a day or two, I can't just kick him down and let him go to work hard, right?That's not Dazai either.

I just closed my eyes and fell asleep.

But Osamu Dazai didn't seem to intend to just let me go.

He got under the quilt, moved around very dishonestly, and took up more than half of the bed, so I had to hide in with a frown. He got worse and almost rolled on the bed.

I finally couldn't bear it anymore, sat up from the bed and patted the quilt: "Osamu Dazai!"

He stopped and looked up at me with bright eyes.

Seeing this innocent look, most of my anger dissipated.I coughed twice and tucked the quilt from the middle: "Stop making trouble, I'm really going to sleep."

Just when my hand left the quilt, I was suddenly pulled by Osamu Dazai.

I was startled.

With a smile on the corner of Dazai Osamu's mouth, he said softly.

"Ache, welcome home."

*******

I arrived at the Armed Detective Agency at ten o'clock in the morning the next day. The weather was a bit gloomy, and there might be thunderstorms.

Although Osamu Dazai said verbally that he was very tired and didn't want to go, he still got up as usual, tidied his clothes slowly, and brought me with him by the way—according to him, he was afraid that I would be bored at home alone, but I obviously didn't. Not boring, probably because he wants to tell me where to find him if I have something to do.

For me, it was only a few days, but for Osamu Dazai, four years have passed.I looked at his arm with bandages, and felt a little uncomfortable—as if someone else had taken the place that belonged to me.

His new workplace is neither remote nor lively. It happens to be in an office building facing the street, and there is a coffee shop downstairs.

I followed him upstairs step by step, and heard the noise upstairs gradually expanding.

"Why hasn't Dazai arrived yet! Really, I'm being lazy again."

Huh, I seem to have heard this voice somewhere before.

Osamu Dazai stood still in the corridor, stretched out his hand and opened the door.

Warm sunlight leaked into the room from the window, and there were many people standing in the office room. They were either processing documents at the desk, or carrying thick documents among the partitions, or standing beside them chatting.

Osamu Dazai's entry made their eyes all focus on him.

"Ah, Dazai is here, Kunikida." This is a tall woman speaking. She is wearing red high-heeled shoes, black stockings, black gloves on her hands, short hair, and a blond crown on her hair. Butterfly hair accessory.

The man called "Kunikida" was sitting at his desk and writing something. He was wearing formal business attire, his yellow hair was tied into a ponytail behind his head, and the glasses on his face made him look People look more serious.

I feel strangely familiar to him.

It wasn't until I looked around the office and saw another person sitting at the desk that I finally remembered where I'd seen them both.

When I was making bandages, I ran away from home for the second time and took shelter from the rain in a school. At that time, Kunikida was supposed to be the math teacher in the school, and Junichiro Tanizaki was a student in the school.

"Ah!" I exclaimed, "I've seen them both."

Osamu Dazai glanced at me.

It doesn't matter if I shouted, everyone in the room quickly focused on me.

Kunikida pushed his glasses, looked at Osamu Dazai, and then at me: "Dazai, is this a guest with a mission?"

"Oh, no." Osamu Dazai stretched out his finger and scratched his cheek, he smiled and said nothing.

"This should be Suzuki Che." The person who had been sitting at the far end of the room spoke. He was wearing a beret and clothes that looked like a detective. His eyes were narrowed. He was leaning on the table with his chin in one hand and looking at me.

"Eh?!"

In unison, they made a sound of wonder.

……

No, it was already strange to recognize me, and their reaction made me even more strange.

I'm Suzuki Che, is that surprising?

The woman who spoke first came to me, with a slight smile on her face, she held out her hand to me: "Hello, I am Akiko Yosano."

I quickly reached out and shook hands with her: "Hi, Ms. Yosano, I'm Suzuki Che."

There was a "sure enough" expression on her face, and meaningful smiles appeared on the faces of everyone in the room.

?

I can't understand more and more.

"You probably don't know that we met a client half a year ago." Yosano Akiko explained to me, "His name is the same as yours. Osamu Dazai was not in the detective agency at that time, but after hearing the news of the commission He ran over without caring about anything, and even shelved the task he was performing."

"Although the later results were not satisfactory, he found out that it was only the person with the same name, not you, but Dazai's appearance really shocked all of us." Kunikida then said to Yosano, "We Forcing Dazai to explain the reason, Dazai's tone was very tight, he just didn't say a word."

"So come here now, we'll have a good interrogation." The man in the detective suit made a "snipe" gesture at me.