ideal lover

"Although people are social group animals, the independence of individuals determines the diversity of life. Recently, it is not a popular saying that my life should be created by myself..."

The professor's humorous words made the classroom burst into laughter. The crowd gathered in a semi-enclosed space has a riotous mood, which will quickly infect the whole group, so at this moment, Kobayashi Hirano Aya also smiled obediently.

Although he didn't feel the groove of this sentence at all.

After a brief uproar, the class returned to calm, and the professor continued to bring the topic to the subject of "Independent Life of Man".

Kobayashi Hirano Aya's notes are full of dense information, and the key points circled in red ink are marked with detailed explanations and the number of pages of explanations in the book. It is not difficult to see that the owner of the notes is a rigorous and careful person.

The clothes are always neat and fresh, and he has never pursued trendy hair dyeing, and keeps the most simple black, just like his obsidian eyes. Although they are not charming enough, the firmness in the eyes that have never been confused is Kobayashi Hirano Aya's way of survival .

Appropriate sports club activities, maintain a certain social scope, two or three trustworthy same-sex friends, with a correct appearance, Kobayashi Hirano Aya, who can be called delicate, will also have excellent women and friends in the friendship. He exchanges contacts.

An upright and bright future, although he will become a mediocre social animal after entering the society, but this is the future chosen by Kobayashi Hirano Aya, he has no doubts, a beautiful future.

But what if he has no "self"?

Kobayashi Hirano Aya turned her head to look at the black-haired man sleeping next to her. The smell of the medicine floating in the air made him feel sick and want to vomit.

The disgust that emerged from the eyes almost turned into a knife blade and stabbed the pale skin of the man beside him.

But when the man opened those iris-colored eyes, he turned his eyeballs and looked at Aya Kobayashi Hirano, he felt a gentle and greasy smile on his face, and said softly in an unbelievably soft tone :

"Good morning, Dazai-san."

His ending sound also has a hoarse feeling of just waking up, his eyes are half-closed, as if he is still in a hazy sleepiness, the whole person is trapped in the soft quilt, nostalgic for the nest at this moment.

"It didn't work..."

Osamu Dazai stretched out his right hand, blood oozes from the bandaged wrist, and Aya Kobayashi Hirano regained her "consciousness".

Skillfully took out the medicine box, applied new liquid medicine and put on a new bandage for Osamu Dazai according to the doctor's instructions. The wound on his right wrist was deep, and the healing process of flesh and blood was not smooth, and Osamu Dazai would always make the wound worse. It made Kobayashi Hirano Aya feel worried.

He kissed Osamu Dazai's right wrist, and felt the smell of potion mixed with rust under the bandage. A week ago, his body was full of the same smell.

"Aya Hirano, that's enough."

With the coldness hidden in her voice, Kobayashi Hirano Aya meekly stopped talking, sat on the side of the bed, packed up the medicine box, and asked in a warm voice, "I'm going to prepare breakfast now, please pay attention to the wound when you wash up."

Not caring about her lover's hurtful tone, Aya Kobayashi Hirano went to the kitchen after simply washing up, rolled up her sleeves, exposed the scabbed wound on her right wrist, and prepared breakfast.

A month ago, Osamu Dazai and Aya Kobayashi Hirano died in love again.

Why the word "again" is used, obviously, they died in love more than once, this is the fourth time they died in love, and they chose to cut their wrists.

It hurts a bit. When the blood flows out, it looks like a spreading branch slides down the arm. However, when soaked in warm water, the blood color smears, and even the pain dissolves. Soaking in the pink hot spring is so comfortable that it makes people squint. Eyes up.

If nothing else, Dazai Osamu and Kobayashi Hirano Aya will meet death in the bathtub at home.

It's just that the death that Osamu Dazai pursued was never an easy task, and they were saved.

A group of strange men in black suits who claimed to be Dazai Osamu's subordinates rescued them, and kindly paid for the medical expenses and left without leaving any contact information.

This made Kobayashi Hirano Aya doubtful, but she never asked about it, just as Osamu Dazai would always have inexplicably extra wounds, Kobayashi Hirano Aya never asked unnecessary things.

His lover, Osamu Dazai, is a man who is keen to try various suicide methods. He is wrapped in bandages all the year round, like a bandage weirdo. It's a perverted report.

Thinking about it this way, Osamu Dazai's occupation is abnormal but normal, after all, his own behavior is very strange.

After making the crab porridge, Aya Kobayashi and Hirano sprinkled green onion on top, took out the pickles marinated last night, and placed them in the matching small wooden dishes.Since Osamu Dazai performed a "splash ink art" in front of the dining table, all the tableware at home has been replaced with this kind of wooden tableware, which will not have the risk of scratching the skin and is more resistant to falling.

"Crab porridge?" Osamu Dazai's eyes lighted up for a rare moment. After coming out of the hospital, Aya Kobayashi Hirano has been strictly adhering to the doctor's orders, eating a light diet, prohibiting heavy oil and salt, let alone seafood. Keeping talking about crab meat, Kobayashi Hirano Aya will not make an exception to meet his needs during the recovery period.

Stirring with a wooden spoon to dissipate heat, Dazai Osamu's pale face finally turned red after drinking the porridge. The teacup on his left was steaming brown sugar ginger tea. Aya Kobayashi Hirano who was sitting opposite was helping him pick out the crab roe. Easy to eat.

The sunlight hits his body, flowing light floats on the back of his curved neck, and the angle of his lowered eyes looks very gentle. The white home clothes he is wearing are loose-fitting. Osamu Dazai only needs to poke forward slightly to see To the ambiguous traces under the white clothes.

traces of him.

"What's the matter? Mr. Dazai?" Kobayashi Hirano Aya asked with her head tilted. The processed crab roe was already placed in front of him, and her lover's puzzled look was much cuter than usual, and she couldn't help but want to do something to tease him.

"It's nothing, Aya Hirano, I'll be home late today, so you don't need to help me prepare dinner."

Rubbing his lover's chin with his fingers, Osamu Dazai squinted his eyes and watched his lover raise his head, wanting more touches, but withdrew his hand without hesitation: "I'm going out, Aya Hirano."

"Be careful on the road, Mr. Dazai."

Kobayashi Hirano Aya stood at the entrance with a slight smile, waiting for the moment the door closed, the smile disappeared suddenly, leaving only biting coldness.

This pervert! !

Aya Kobayashi Hirano strode towards the bathroom, wiping her body almost like masochistic.

Can't get rid of it.

No matter how hard you wipe the marks on your body, even if you wipe off the blood, you can't remove it.

"MD——!"

Angrily disrupting all the furnishings in the bathroom, the black-haired man didn't have the calm look he had just now, only a strong anger remained in his eyes.

It's really ugly...

Kobayashi Hirano Ling looked at herself in a state of embarrassment in the mirror, like a defeated dog, and her useless barking made his behavior even more ridiculous, and at the same time——

Also looks so stupid.

In this family, Aya Kobayashi Hirano's body does not belong to her.

The cause started three months ago.

It was an ordinary day. Aya Kobayashi Hirano discussed with her tutor after finishing her homework, and planned to go to a convenience store to buy a bento and go home to rest and catch up on sleep.

Because of the thesis, I have been living upside down for a week, even though it is only five o'clock in the afternoon.

Just as it was time to prepare dinner, Kobayashi Hirano Aya went to bed early and fell asleep. The exhaustion of the body swept through the whole body with the weight of a week, paralyzing the brain, and he soon fell asleep.

Opening her eyes again, Aya Kobayashi Hirano was already in the home of the man named "Osamu Dazai" just now.

Different from the cheap rental house he lived in, this strange room has a lot of space, and secondly, the lighting is very good. When the curtains are opened, the sunlight shines on the skin very comfortably, as if it is going to penetrate the flesh and blood and wipe the damp mildew spots in Aya Kobayashi Hirano's bones. After drying in the sun, Aya Kobayashi and Hirano felt uncomfortable with the long-lost sense of relaxation in her body.

Thanks to his insistence on playing baseball, he has good physical fitness. However, after entering college, due to the heavy homework, he often typed papers in front of the computer, and the amount of exercise decreased. Kobayashi Hirano Aya would feel "very tired". The fatigue accumulated over a long period of time, It is normal to feel sore from time to time.

But now, the body seems to have almost no burden.

and......

"Why does my hand feel smaller?"

Kobayashi Hirano Ling walked out of the bedroom, just as he walked into the living room, his foot was bumped, and he hissed subconsciously. He lowered his head to take a closer look, only to find that the living room was in an unusual chaos. Although it was not as exaggerated as throwing instant noodle cups everywhere, it was Miscellaneous items were thrown on the floor randomly, Kobayashi Hirano Aya still couldn't help frowning.

It's so messy.

How could someone throw an alarm clock on the ground?Picking up the culprit who caused her foot injury, Kobayashi Hirano Aya put the alarm clock on the coffee table at random, walked all the way to the entrance with difficulty, and cleared the obstacles under her feet. The moment Kobayashi Hirano Aya stretched out her hand, ready to open the door, His body stopped.

Something, something is wrong.

My body, not only did not open the door according to my own wishes, but turned around and took the initiative to clean the room, and I am very familiar with the structure of this room. Dangerous sharp objects that may cause injuries are placed in the storage where they should be. In the locker, the soft and harmless items are placed in a mess in the living room, and the books are placed on the small table next to the sofa.

Compared with simple cleaning, this arrangement is almost like an act to cater to someone's habits.

This confused Kobayashi Hirano Aya.

Losing control of his body had already made him panic, and now discovering new situations will only make his mind go into a mess.

But what happened next did not give Aya Kobayashi Hirano time to think.

After cleaning the room, his body walked to the kitchen, put on the apron skillfully, and handled the ingredients in the refrigerator. The neat thumping sound on the cutting board was not what he should have. When his fingertips touched the cold knife surface, Kobayashi Hirano Ling's heart trembled, for fear that the kitchen knife would cut her finger.

Fortunately, Kobayashi Hirano Aya's fingers were still intact until all the dishes were prepared.His body took out the tableware, and he was not in a hurry to load the plate, but switched to the heat preservation mode, left the kitchen, and walked to the entrance.

click-

The sound of the door being opened.

Kobayashi Hirano's heart seemed to stop for a second.

A strange black-haired man appeared in front of her, and Aya Kobayashi Hirano heard her own voice:

"Welcome back, Mr. Dazai."

☆, Osamu Dazai II