Port Mafia Play House

Young people are vigorous.

Starting at nine o'clock, playing table tennis can actually last until almost midnight.

Although it is also because people have been joining the battle.

Sitting next to him with Q in his arms, August chatted with Oda Tsukuru next to him from time to time. He seemed to be quite sober, but in fact his mind hadn't changed much.

"Sorry——" Osamu Dazai walked up to him and took his hand, "I'll borrow it first..."

August was taken aback for a moment, then couldn't help laughing.

Dazai took his hand and led him out of the room.

The corridors are long, quiet and peaceful.

There is a warm yellow sensor light on the top of the head. When you look forward, your vision is dim. Wherever you go, a small area in front of you will be brightly lit.

August felt that this scene seemed a little familiar.

Many, many years ago, he also took a boy by the hand and led him into the house.

The boy who frustratingly asked "Is there really any value in being alive?", the boy who wanted to make him angry but ended up eating himself up, the boy who froze when he hugged him.

Thinking back carefully, his rare mood swings seem to be related to this boy.

At first it was just plain sad for this teenager who was like him, and then this man pushed his boundaries again and again, trying to push forward bit by bit.

Finally, it disappeared without warning.

It's like riding a roller coaster to the top and then it stops abruptly.

For the first time, he felt so angry that he worried about making irrational decisions and wanted to use time to solve all problems.

He has lived for many, many years, but it seems that he is just a child forgotten by time, parked at the very beginning corner, waiting for someone to lead him home.

August stopped, pulled the person in front of him back, and leaned on his shoulders on tiptoe.

He half-closed his eyes and whispered in Dazai's ear.

"Dazai..."

Osamu Dazai raised his eyebrows, "Huh?"

"Are you going to give me an early birthday present?"

Today is June 6th, four years ago today, August was still calling him, never expecting that the next day, the person would completely disappear.

August looked at his watch, it was more than half an hour before twelve o'clock.

He tilted his head and smiled.

"Let's go to the hot springs."

The weather has warmed up, but the season in the mountains always lags behind that on the ground.

August was already sleepy, with the hot water soaking her head down a little bit.

Osamu Dazai pulled him out, wiped him clean and put on a towel.

There is an open-air resting place next to the pool, and there are two semicircular rattan chairs with soft backrests, which will shake slightly when sitting on them.

Evening primrose is hidden in the dense grass, and one after another, conspicuous white flowers bloom.

The clock is ticking, ticking the twelve o'clock scale.

August opened his eyes, and looked in the direction of Osamu Dazai with his chin in his hand.

"Happy birthday……"

Osamu Dazai was a little sad.

"where's my gift?"

Seriously, he has expressed it openly and secretly for so long, why does this person have no reaction at all!

The atmosphere was prepared for him—confession!say something!

How about saying "I love you".

Obviously he has been taking the initiative, but in the end he didn't mention being together, this person really thinks that this link has already happened...

And want to sleep with other cubs.

Is it not enough for the cub to have him?

Are you going to pick it up again in the future?

Scumbag...

100% scumbag.

Osamu Dazai became more and more sad as he thought about it, and slid down the backrest, staring at the starry sky with blank eyes.

August reached out and poked his puffy cheek.

Osamu Dazai turned over, leaving him with a lonely back.

August laughed.

He counted slowly, "Do you know how many things you have missed in the past four years?"

Osamu Dazai didn't want to listen at all, and reluctantly cooperated with him and said, "What?"

"Chun sent back a lot of tuna, and this year it is said that he will send the mutated seeds he improved in the research institute."

August said slowly.

"Xiangyang writes New Year's cards every year, but I haven't received your reply for four years. The last time I sent a message to ask me, are you okay, do you need to call the police?"

"Aoki seems to have become a novelist and sent a lot of sample books to his family. The plot of the story is quite exciting."

"I prepare birthday presents for you every year, and put them under the bed in your room."

"This year was a pair of shoes, last year was a book, the year before last was a letter, and the year before last was..."

He paused.

"A confession..."

Dazai suddenly opened his eyes.

August smiled helplessly.

"Although I said that I can't go back, but that's a lie to you."

What is it like.

Four years ago in August Hayakawa, I thought about it for a long time.

Then he had to admit that Yoshimitsu was right, Osamu Dazai was indeed special to him.

It's not the same as Oda Sakunosuke, and it's not the same as Nakahara.

His time is too long, so he is always used to using time to solve problems. If you don't understand something, just put it aside and think slowly, and you can always think clearly.

On that day four years ago, August hung up the phone, took a taxi to the airport, and bought the nearest flight.

He wants to keep his promise.

Because he said at that time, when Osamu Dazai grows up... it will be fine.

When agreeing to him, he may not understand his feelings.

But then he understood.

Then at the airport in Yokohama, I received a call that Osamu Dazai had defected.

I searched for two years without any news.

After realizing that Osamu Dazai discussed this matter with the leader, he was really angry.

August stood up and pulled Osamu Dazai up from the rattan chair, the moonlight was just above his head, he grabbed Osamu Dazai by the collar, pulled him down—closed his eyes and kissed him.

"I like you……"

He said with a smile.

"Stay with me, okay?"

Confession is about timing.

At least the time behind must be sufficient.

Anyway, the hot spring trip these days is a waste.

Back at work, Osamu Dazai did nothing for several days and made Kunikida doubt his life alone.

"What's the matter with you..." he wondered, "Are you Osamu Dazai?"

Depressed and unmotivated, the combination of poor god and unlucky ghost is the normal state of his partner?

Osamu Dazai listened to music with earphones on, completely ignored what he said, looked at his watch, and said in surprise, "Ah, it's all over!"

He shook his head emphatically.

"I'm going to pick up my boyfriend from work—"

"Wait!" Kunikida's eyelids twitched, "You haven't written the report on today's incident, don't try to run away, bastard!"

Before he finished speaking, Osamu Dazai had disappeared.

Kunikida covered his face with a headache, and made sure of one thing.

It's him……

The country is easy to change, but the nature is hard to change.

In front of the Port Mafia building, August drives the new car she just bought out of the garage.

Osamu Dazai tapped on his car window.

He opened the door, and Osamu Dazai got into the passenger seat, staring at him with a smile.

August pulled him over helplessly, and pressed a kiss on her lips.

Osamu Dazai almost bloomed pink flowers in the background.

He smiled and said, "Where are we going on a date today, boyfriend...friend...friend..."

The word "boyfriend" was extraordinarily long.

August was amused by his frightened look.

It turns out that liking someone and being liked by him is really such a happy thing.

He didn't know it before.

Driving to a place to eat, August parked the car in the garage, and when he got out of the car, Osamu Dazai grabbed his hand.

The two walked hand in hand on the road without speaking.

When they were clearly flirting with each other, they could say anything, but this was just a handshake, but they all quietly turned away, their ears blushing as if nothing had happened.

The heart beat vigorously, telling the silent love.

August speaks first.

"Xiangyang said that he will participate in the professional volleyball league this year, and he sent an invitation ticket."

"Hey, it's all professional games, Xiangyang is very good."

"Although Chuya said that you'd better never come back, but I saw that he ordered a bottle of good wine, maybe he wanted to drink it for the New Year."

"I snatched that bottle for him, okay? The dead slug doesn't want to celebrate, he's just a drunkard."

"Sakunosuke told you to make it clear with Akutagawa that he no longer wants to be a beating machine during the Chinese New Year this year."

"Wow—what does it have to do with me? That guy Akutagawa can't understand human language, right?"

August couldn't help laughing, and rolled his eyes with a smile.

"Also, Chun heard that you came back and wanted to ask us to have dinner together. I told him that we can go on a date together."

"Pfft...you didn't tell him it was me, did you?"

"Of course, I still want to see his expression then." August looked at him with a smile, "Dazai..."

Osamu Dazai also met his gaze and hummed, "Huh?"

August stared at him for a while, and suddenly felt relieved.

"After dinner—let's go home."

Dazai suddenly leaned over and hugged him gently.

Just like what he did in the underground garage when we first met.

August's hands touched his back and rubbed his soft hair.

This hug is very warm, although it is a constant temperature of 37 degrees, it is strangely reassuring.

When a person is just born, he has a close connection with the world.

The older you get, the lonelier you become.

In order to get rid of loneliness, people learn to love.

When you give love and trust, you don't always get the same thing in return.

Everyone walks carefully in the world with apprehension.

But thank God for having you in my life.

At this point, the previous sufferings and subsequent setbacks have become insignificant.

I learned to love, and also learned how to survive in this world.

he said softly.

"it is good……"

The author has something to say: this is the end of the text.

Hayakawa August has been in my head for a long time.

At the beginning, I saw the sentence in Rashomon, "The sorrow of God lies in its inability to commit suicide", and then this person was born.

From the birth of a small wish, a person who suffers but cannot die, a person who is distorted but wants to return, a long wandering story in the world.

I probably changed the settings for three versions, and then I didn’t write to the end until Osamu Dazai appeared hhh

The question that Osamu Dazai wanted to ask was the question that Hayakawa August wanted to ask.

And then I was like, wow, these two are like.

That's how the story came about.

Although the writing is not very good because of my limited level hhh, and because the outline is developed around the character and emotional lines, it may be a bit short, but I am still very happy to share this with everyone who sees this in my mind The role of =v=.

What is the meaning of living? I like Osamu Dazai's original intention. I probably want to ask this question too.

Thank you to everyone who saw this, super happy to be able to share this story with you =v=

Flowers are over.