Woke up and I became Da Jae's bandage

Well, how should I put it.

It was a bit of a surprise, and a bit of a surprise.

Anyway, Osamu Dazai and I are officially together.

If it is said that I was always cautious with him before, testing again and again, then now I am unscrupulous and unabashed.After all, he said it himself, he can't leave me :)

After the initial touch, there is only a sense of relief in my heart—Osamu Dazai, you will also be led by the nose one day.

It's just that I belong to the kind of person who is brave at home but timid outside, and Osamu Dazai is just the opposite.

For example, when I was working in a coffee shop, Osamu Dazai would hold my hand generously while I was carrying the plate, and look at me affectionately and talk about love, which made me feel ashamed.

It happened that Kunikida Doppo was there that day, and he couldn't bear it anymore and hit Osamu Dazai on the head with his notebook: "Osamu Dazai, please give me enough! Don't torture him just because you see Ache being bullied!"

Osamu Dazai blinked innocently: "I didn't bully him, Ah Che is the one who wants to die in love with me."

Kunikida Doppo became even more angry. He stood up and patted the table: "You talk nonsense all day long, can you consider other people's feelings! Look at Ah Che, feel your conscience, you are such a pure and kind child! Can you do it too?!"

I held back for a while, and whispered out a sentence: "Actually, there is nothing wrong with what he said."

Kunikida Doppo's glasses were crooked.

"Ache, you can't be deceived by Dazai! Can you believe his words?!"

I held the plate in my left hand, pointed to myself and then to Osamu Dazai with my right hand, and said to Kunikida Doppo: "I took the initiative."

Kunikida Doppo froze for a few seconds, then he sat back in silence, stretched out his hand to push his glasses, and ate the rice bowl with big mouthfuls, choking on the middle, I quickly poured lemonade for him.

Kunikida Doppo finally wandered out of the cafe, although he didn't drink.

However, Kunikida Doppo was not the one who reacted the most.

One day Osamu Dazai accompanied me to the gallery, and met Chuya Nakahara when passing by the shopping street.Perhaps because of Dazai's defection to Hong Kong gangsters, Nakahara Chuya's attitude towards Dazai was not very good. Every time Dazai said a word, he choked. I think the two of them could fight in front of me.

I pulled Dazai Osamu's hand back, and said: "Okay, just stop talking."

Zhong Yuanzhong also widened his eyes.

He looked at Osamu Dazai, then at me, and finally his gaze fell on my hand holding Dazai Osamu.

Well, I didn't let go.

"... Huh?" He reacted for a while, and suddenly realized something, "Wait, why is this voice so familiar?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also looked at me with a frown. He put his hands in his trouser pockets, turned his body slightly, and then his eyes widened.

"Hey... Are you kidding me, you guy, it could be... But no, isn't Suzuki Che already dead?!"

I scratched my hair: "Chuya, this explanation is more complicated."

Nakahara took his hand out of his pocket and pointed at me: "So you are really Suzuki Che?"

I nodded: "Yes."

Nakahara also paused, and suddenly raised his leg and kicked towards Osamu Dazai, Osamu Dazai reacted fairly quickly, and immediately took a step back.I let go, and Osamu Dazai took another step - because Chuya Nakahara's next kick had already come.

"Dazai you bastard!"

The commercial street was very noisy with people coming and going, and their disturbance attracted many people's attention.

I quickly followed and ran a few steps to grab Nakahara Chuya, he broke free a few times, saw that I was being pulled tightly, he let out a "hum" and stopped.

Osamu Dazai could still laugh, he spread his hands while laughing, "Oh, Chuya should change your temper."

"you shut up!"

Nakahara didn't pay any attention to Osamu Dazai, but turned around and poked my shoulder, with a look of hating iron but not steel.

"Suzuki Che, are you stupid? It's not enough to get tricked once, do you still want to plunge in? What's wrong with this stinky mackerel? Tsk, I should have snatched you away from that bastard Dazai in the first place, lest I Seeing your gentle appearance now makes me angry!"

I was embarrassed to tell Chuya Nakahara, but I was the one who rushed back to find Osamu Dazai with a shy face, so I had to pretend to be silly and smiled.

Osamu Dazai pulled me to his side: "Okay Chuya, my Che is scared by you."

"Me, Jia, Ah, Che?" Zhong Yuanzhong seemed to be even angrier.

He gritted his teeth, finally reached out and pressed the hat, turned around and walked away with his legs crossed, leaving a word.

"Suzuki Che, give me something to eat in the future!"

I watched him go away, hesitated for a moment, and said to Osamu Dazai: "Is it my illusion? I feel that Chuya hasn't grown taller in the past four years."

Dazai Osamu laughed out loud: "Ache, you are really... a strange focus."

I've learned to be good, I will never say such things in front of Nakahara Chuya, otherwise I will definitely be pulled by him as a bandage.

Oh, by the way, speaking of a recent big event, that is, I started school again.

I went to the end of the second and third semesters of high school before, so when I re-enrolled, I was directly transferred to the first semester of high school.

The teaching method in Yokohama is somewhat different from that in Hokkaido. It took me a long time to adapt to the environment, but our monitor is a very enthusiastic and kind person. Although he doesn't talk much, he can always help me at critical times.

His name is Momoya Kinomoto.

"If you like painting, you can join the school's painting club. Usually, the intensity of club activities is not too high, and the time is free." Kinomoto Momoya put the club declaration form on my desk, and brought me a new one by the way. textbook.

"Thank you, Captain."

I put away the textbooks one by one, and bit my pencil while looking at the club application form.

I'm in trouble.

My current time is really compressed to the extreme - as you can imagine, I have to go to school during the day, and I have to allocate a few hours a week to work in a coffee shop, and I have to cook for Osamu Dazai at night, and I will solve the detective agency by the way Outsourced business related to painting.

If you add club activities, I'm really in a bind.

I took out my phone, flipped through my address book, and finally stopped at the word "Osamu Dazai".

I dialed the number.There were a few "beep beeps" and Osamu Dazai picked it up. The background sound was very noisy. There seemed to be screams, laughter with Ms. Yosano, and the sound of a chainsaw.

"Ache." He called my name.

"Well, Dazai, are you busy?" I held the club application form in my hand, "Let me tell you something, I want to join the school club."

"Okay," he said.

I can imagine Osamu Dazai's appearance at this moment. He must be leaning on the sofa, with one hand on the back of the sofa, and his legs crossed.

I sighed: "It's not good, I still have a lot of work to do, I want to make money."

Otherwise, how can I support you.

On the other end of the phone, Osamu Dazai seemed to be holding back a smile: "Ache, you actually don't need to report to me."

report?Report your size, this is a discussion, okay?

I was about to refute him when Dazai Osamu continued.

"Then I'll try cooking, let's start with cooking porridge~" he said.

I shuddered, this guy cooks?Do you still want your kitchen at home?

"Don't, don't, I can't afford you, a great Buddha. I know, I can figure it out." I ticked the two days of Tuesday and Friday on the application form as I said it, and then I accepted Osamu Dazai's. Telephone.

Well, I am looking forward to the new campus life.

When I got home from school that day, before I walked to the door of the house, I first smelled a smell—it was a strange smell mixed with the smell of rice and burnt.I suddenly had a bad premonition, ran a few steps and pushed open the door, and saw Osamu Dazai dragging something on the ground with a mop in his hand. As soon as he saw me, he immediately put the mop behind him, and stretched out his hand to scratch his cheek , looked aside, and said in his mouth: "Hey, Ah Che, you came back so early."

I glanced suspiciously at the kitchen.

……

Why does Osamu Dazai overflow when he cooks porridge!And even if it overflows, why can it still be muddy!

I reluctantly put down my schoolbag, took off my school uniform and rolled up my sleeves. How did Osamu Dazai manage to slap himself in the face so quickly?

It took me more than half an hour to clean up this mess, which was a lot of effort for me to clean that pot.

After finishing everything, I brought the two bowls of porridge to the living room.Osamu Dazai was sitting on the couch quietly peeling apples - he did this every time he made me angry, as if apples were the only fruit I liked.

I put the porridge on the table, picked up a small spoon, dug a spoonful and put it in my mouth.Osamu Dazai pushed the apple over: "Don't eat it if it's too bad, I just happen to have to go to the convenience store later."

"It's okay, I'll just drink the porridge." I put the porridge in my mouth.

Hmm... It's a bit unpalatable, the smell of paste is still obvious, but it's okay, there is also a sweetness, the ingredients are added with red dates and longan, the mouthfeel is very soft, for Osamu Dazai, it is not enough to achieve this level Easy and encouraged.

Osamu Dazai rested his chin on the table with one hand and watched me eat the porridge mouthful.

A faint smile appeared on his face.

Lying on the bed before going to bed at night, I stroked Osamu Dazai's hair when I was bored.

Just like when I was a bandage before, I curled up his hair with my fingers, and then strove all the way up, the hair passed through my fingers, crispy and itchy.His hair was soft and slightly shaggy, so I tied it in a knot easily.Osamu Dazai was definitely not asleep, but he didn't stop me, and I got even worse, and even wanted to tie him a ponytail.

Finally, Osamu Dazai sighed, stretched out his arm from the quilt, turned around and grabbed my hand.We lay face to face, which is much better than when I was making bandages - he can't bully me anymore, can he use his body to hold me down?

As I was thinking this, Osamu Dazai took my hand and moved closer to him, my face was reflected in his eyes.

"Ache, why don't you have any sense of crisis?"

I was stunned: "Danger... what?"

Osamu Dazai simply let go of my hand, supported his forehead and lay back on his back, muttering: "It's really hard for me."

He spoke halfway, every time like this, vaguely asked me to guess the riddle.

I put the quilt over my head: "I'm going to sleep, I have morning class tomorrow."

"Ache, is your birthday next spring?" Osamu Dazai asked abruptly.

How does he know everything?

I let out a "huh" and poked my head out of the quilt: "What's wrong?"

He raised his arms and pillowed it behind his head: "It's nothing, I'm thinking about what gift to prepare for you."

After finishing speaking, he smiled lightly, and added himself: "You have to think about it carefully."

The author has something to say: Ah Che, why don’t you have any sense of crisis :)

Thank you for the landmines that are mixed with meow;

Thank you little angels for the nutrient solution:

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