It's a power, not a spell

"Hey~ It's too much, I obviously didn't do anything annoying to Gojo-kun, did I?"

Osamu Dazai kept his hands firmly in the pockets of his windbreaker, calmly talking about his grievances.His eyes fell on Zhong Yuanzhong's grasped wrist, he walked up the arm, and finally stopped on Gojo Satoru's face, he bent his eyes.

...that's what happened.

As Nakahara Chuya's former partner, and later a hostile relationship, Osamu Dazai still pays attention to him, but he has never heard of the existence of Gojo Satoru.But based on his familiarity with Gojo Satoru, it was obvious that they had known each other for a long time.

This is very interesting.

Zhong Yuan, who had been dead for two years, suddenly came back to life, and Gojo Satoru appeared at the same time. He absolutely did not believe that there was no connection between these two events.

Could it be that after the death of the little dwarf, he and Gojo Satoru staged a relationship between humans and ghosts. After two years of hard work, they finally found a way to resurrect and returned to the world...

Well, just kidding.

No matter how you look at it, Gojo Satoru himself is looking at the single arrow, and his eyes are not concealed at all, which is why a guy without brain cells like slug can't see it.

Although Osamu Dazai has no way of knowing the whole story of this incident, he himself is not a person who is obsessed with the truth. Since Edogawa Ranpo judged that there is no danger, he didn't bother to use his brain.

——But that doesn't stop him from wanting to make trouble.

Gojo Satoru smiled back, "No, but it doesn't conflict with me hating you and wanting to beat you up."

Bad speech, but if the other party is Osamu Dazai, there is no problem at all!

Zhongyuanzhong also gave affirmation.He glanced at his grasped wrist, although he felt a little feeling, but it didn't hurt, and there was no blood flowing in this body, so there was no possibility of bruising.Since it had no effect, he didn't care about it.

"Well, it seems that even I can't win everyone's love." Osamu Dazai shrugged his shoulders, and suddenly put away his laughing expression, "—Speaking of which, Chuya."

Nakahara Chuya: "Huh?"

"We haven't seen each other for two years, so it's been a long time since we met again. Don't you want a hug?" Not surprisingly, Nakahara showed a cold expression, probably thinking about what the hell he was doing again, but Osamu Dazai jumped in before he could speak. Continuing, "'I'll spit out when I see my face' or something, even I would be sad."

Zhong Yuan paused, and reached out his hand to find a bug that was still shining in the pocket of Gojo Satoru's jacket. He "tssed", "You are still the same as before."

Thanks to Osamu Dazai, he is far more familiar with this gadget than with other electronic devices.Not long ago, when he first joined the organization, that guy Dazai created something called... "Chuya-kun who refuses to admit defeat this week", which recorded his various... things, many of which he didn't even pay attention to. Everything that arrived was known by that guy, and Nakahara Chuya felt very strange at the time.

Later - the bugs and various equipment he confiscated could almost open a specialty store.

Thinking about it now, the blood vessels in Zhongyuan's forehead that didn't exist suddenly swelled up.

"It seems that Chuya still remembers it." Osamu Dazai added fuel to the fire, "I heard that in order to commemorate the heroic sacrifice of "Mr. Chuya", the complete works of "Mr. Chuya who refused to admit defeat this week" were specially republished , one hand, one serving, oh.”

"..."

"Huh?! This kind of thing must be done by you! No matter how you think about it!"

Furious with Buff bonus, Nakahara got up and kicked Osamu Dazai away with a flying kick, then grabbed him by the neckline and dragged him up.

"—Is that called 'remembrance'?"

That's called blasphemy!He crawled out of the grave definitely to beat him up!absolute!

Osamu Dazai who couldn't breathe: "Ah...the legs are still dragging on the ground, can you raise them higher? This is not very comfortable."

Nakahara Chuya: ...

Atsushi Nakajima wanted to cry, "Mr. Dazai..."

Gojo Satoru lowered his eyes, looked at his clean fingers, and smiled for a while.

When he raised his hand to beat Osamu Dazai in Nakahara, he wrapped his fingers around the clenched fist of the young man, and said in a voice that only they could hear, "Your body needs to rely on its ability to maintain its movement. It's better not to fight with him." It’s better to have contact.”

Nakahara Chuya looked at him, took a deep breath, and let go of his hand.

He thinks he knows what kind of person Osamu Dazai is. This guy always talks about being afraid of pain. If he was really afraid, he wouldn't be dancing in other people's minefields again and again.Osamu Dazai has always had a bad personality, the more he is provoked by his words, the more he will fall into his trap. The best way to deal with him is to ignore him.

He understands the truth, but it's hard to get rid of his anger without beating him up... After beating him up, he will definitely be even angrier after beating him up.

Osamu Dazai has this ability.

"Zhongye."

Nakahara Zhongya raised his head, his vision was suddenly blocked by something, he reached out to straighten the object that fell on top of his head, and saw Gojo Wujo's face softened under the moonlight.

Gojo Wujo's face is very good-looking, and anyone with normal aesthetics can see it.There are quite a few in the Central Plains, and it stands to reason that you should be used to it.

But maybe the moonlight is too dark, or this body has not yet produced the corresponding antibodies, the eyes flowed from the night, merged into the moonlight, and merged into something he couldn't distinguish. Zhong Yuan also subconsciously avoided the intersection of eyes , the hand being held felt that the body temperature of the other party was much higher than his own.

... a little hot.

"Here, your hat." Gojo Satoru's voice came into his ears, carrying the salty and damp breath of the sea breeze, and the eardrums vibrated, making it itchy inexplicably.

Zhong Yuanzhong also opened his mouth, "Ah...thanks."

Gojo Satoru lifted the corners of his lips, and glanced lightly at Osamu Dazai.

So what if it's a 'partner', the 'tacit understanding' is just a remnant of the past, even in comparison, he also has Zhongye's 'future'.

He didn't care at all.

"Chuya, I'm hungry." The strongest who hadn't eaten for a long time looked at Zhongya Zhongyuan with pitiful eyes.

It was indeed not early, and Zhong Yuanzhong also put the inexplicable feeling behind him, "Let's go, I will take you to find a restaurant."

He didn't want to stay where mackerel were any longer.

Osamu Dazai didn't speak, he raised his hand.

A thin card flew out and was caught by Zhongyuan Zhongya.

It is a black card.

Osamu Dazai stole it before, the black card of Nakahara Chuya.

Will this guy be so kind?

The smirk on Osamu Dazai's face seemed genuine.

Although it was two years later, it should be useless, but since Dazai Osamu carried it with him-Nakahara Nakahara didn't think he would be able to predict that he would cheat the corpse today, so maybe?

After thinking about it, the black card turned around in his hand and was put into his pocket.

Nakahara didn't look at him anymore, he just told Gojo Satoru to leave the air polluted by mackerel as soon as possible, and walked towards the city first.

Gojo Satoru followed behind, his face suddenly crumpled.

——Damn it, I still care about it.

But if you ask directly, you always feel that you have lost.

He glanced back, just in time Dazai Osamu was smiling, the provocation was obvious.

Gojo Satoru: ...

The white-haired conjurer caught up with Zhongya Zhongya in two or three steps, reached into the pocket of Zhongya's jacket, took out the culprit that made him uncomfortable, folded it in half, and threw it on the ground.

Zhongyuan Zhongye: "?"

Gojo Satoru: "It's not clean anymore."