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In a half-dream and half-awake state, Osamu Dazai felt that his lower back|waist|was pressed lightly and sometimes heavily, and the temperature of his wide palm was hot, and he could clearly feel the joints of that hand.

The mobile phone beeped, and before Dazai Osamu went to get it in a daze, the phone was picked up first.

"No, Aji can't go to the detective agency today."

Hearing this, Osamu Dazai struggled to get out of the half-dream and half-awake state, his eyelashes fluttered a few times, then he opened his eyes abruptly, staring closely at Gojo Satoru's face that jumped into his eyes.

"Aji is tired." Seeing Osamu Dazai wake up, Gojo Satoru deepened the smile on his lips, while adjusting his posture to make the person beside him more comfortable, he replied lazily: "Kunikida-kun , don’t inquire about other people’s husband and wife life.”

Osamu Dazai heard an obviously flustered apology on the other end of the phone, and then the phone was hung up. He could completely imagine Kunikida's bewilderment as if he had snooped on some secret.

"Is it fun?"

His voice just after waking up was too soft, even if he was asking questions, it was full of|teasing|twitching affection.

Suppressing the raging fire in his heart, Gojo Goku pecked the tip of his nose gently: "Don't you sleep? It's only seven o'clock, and I've slept for less than four hours."

Osamu Dazai snorted twice, buried most of his face in the off-white pillow, and muttered softly: "Cut, it's not some old man's fault."

Wutiao Wu heard the words as if he had been praised, and smiled so hard that he couldn't see his teeth: "Since you're not going to sleep, why don't you get up? I'll wrap a bandage for you."

Saying that, Gojo Satoru supported Osamu Dazai who felt like he was about to fall apart to sit up.

Dazai Osamu was bandaged round and round with the hot palm, gently and carefully, and the subtle movements carried a treasure that was hard to ignore.

"Old wounds, the pain has long since disappeared, so you don't need to be so careful." Dazai Osamu said: "Also, it's not good-looking, don't look at it."

Even when Gojo Satoru was behind him, he could feel his eyes glued to those scars.

Really ugly.

He doesn't like it himself.

Gojo Satoru's fingertips gently slid over those scars, as if smashing the dimension of time to intensively read Osamu Dazai's past.

For Dazai Osamu's words, Gojo Satoru was noncommittal, he lowered his head to shallow|taste| those scars.

Feeling Osamu Dazai's resistance, he couldn't help imprisoning | imprisoning | all his movements.

Osamu Dazai sighed, he gave up, he no longer tried|resisted, and let Gojo Satoru go|kiss|talk about his dark past.

... Painful, powerless, embarrassing, struggling, and compromised.

The thin lips were tightly pressed into a line, desperately suppressing the emotions that were about to leak.But with trembling lips and teeth, he still betrayed|sold|selled his feelings mercilessly.

The body is covered by the tongue, which is Wutiaowu's domineering and unreasonable love.

"It's beautiful." Gojo Satoru said in a hoarse voice, completely wrapped Dazai Osamu in his arms, pressed against his back tightly, and rubbed his chin against his neck.

The blue pupil raised to meet the sight of the kite pupil.

"I said, it's beautiful." Wujo Satoru repeated again.

After a moment of silence, Osamu Dazai couldn't laugh or cry, he was obviously domineering and unreasonable, but his cautious gaze looked like a puppet cat that only wanted to be petted.

"Really? That's really great." Osamu Dazai leaned closer to the person behind him, and he smelled the sweetness close at hand, is it candy?Oh, it may also be a soft cake with full milk |milk|.

It's always sweet.

It was so sweet that his heart ached.

The blue eyes were still staring at him unblinking, the brilliance shining inside was like a meteor falling into the sea, illuminating the dark under his eyes.

"I said..." Osamu Dazai uncomfortably picked up a roll of bandages: "Do you want to wrap the bandages?"

Gojo Satoru took the roll of bandages and sighed: "The four eyes are facing each other with affection, after that it shouldn't be..."

"To shut up."

"..." Okay.

Wu Maomao was wronged, but Wu Maomao didn't say anything.

Osamu Dazai was brought to the Gojo House by Gojo Satoru. Looking at the twenty or so old men, he regretted it very much. He should have known that Gojo Satoru had no good intentions!

Facing Dazai's unkind gaze, Gojo Gogo gave a cowardly smile: "Oh, let me introduce you, this is my Gojo Goto's little husband."

Old men: "..."

As he said that, Gojo Satoru led Dazai Osamu to the main position, and continued: "Aji don't care about these old things, it's not important anyway."

Old things: "..."

It's not important. Why did you call us here? !

"I called you here just for a formality, don't think that I'm asking for your opinions~" Gojo Satoru smiled: "What about you? Don't you talk?"

The old people glanced at each other, and saw the same inexplicable words in each other's eyes, as well as the struggles piled up on their faces.

"Homeowner..."

"Huh?" Wujo Wu raised his eyebrows.

The old man who wanted to persuade Gojo Wutiao to think twice shut up.

The old people glanced at each other again, and then neatly turned to Osamu Dazai, who was obviously having a good time watching the show: "Mistress."

"Huh?" Gojo Satoru made a dissatisfied voice again: "My Aji|gender is male, are you too old to see clearly?"

"..." At this moment, all the old things couldn't find their own mouths, and their hearts collapsed: Then why are you talking about not being called Mistress?Second master? !

"Pfft—" Osamu Dazai finally couldn't help laughing.

Gojo Satoru leaned on Osamu Dazai's shoulder aggrievedly, looking like a weak group: "Aji, look at them, they are so miserable."

At this moment, the old people have already understood, how can this be the introduction... Bah!The second leader knew them, so he deliberately bullied them!

"Okay." Osamu Dazai held back a smile and said, "You all go away."

"Yes, Lord..." Meeting Wu Tiao's unkind eyes, the old fellows quickly corrected their words and said tentatively, "Second Master?"

Dazai Osamu: "..."

Wutiaowu: "..."

Gojo Satoru acted as a guide and led Osamu Dazai to visit the Gojo House. He asked with a smile, "Is it far worse than the Tsushima House? I grew up listening to the "Tsushima House"."

"is it?"

"Of course." Gojo Satoru took Dazai Osamu's hand, took him to the corridor and sat down: "Especially after you were born, you are really a child of someone else's family, those old people in the family always say that I am better than you." It's up to you, but I think they're wrong."

Hearing this, Osamu Dazai propped his chin and looked at him: "How to say?"

Gojo Satoru grinned, and said confidently, "They should have said that it would be right for me to find a way to marry you."

Dazai Osamu: "..."

"Do you know?" Gojo Satoru hugged Dazai Osamu sideways: "We have seen it before. Much earlier than we thought."

Gojo Satoru's voice is distant and ethereal, as if it passed through the fault of time and came from the long past...

14 years ago--

Broken left leg.

Two left rib fractures.

Wujo Wu called Xia Youjie to tell him his location, and then hid himself in a dark alley.

Really, he has never been in such a mess in 17 years, expelling a curse spirit, who would have thought that the damn curse spirit would be tied up by a monster as a pet——? !

It simply shocked him to Wujo Wu for a year!

He happened to be a conjurer who exorcised curses, and no one ever told him "whether monsters can be eradicated".

Of course, there is no need for others to mention this thing, it is just that it is difficult for him to take action against beings who have the same emotions as humans, so he gives way again and again.

At last……

Wujo Wu covered his heart, feeling that he was about to have a myocardial infarction, the curse spirit was successfully expelled, and he was also seriously injured in order to avoid the monster.

Gan!

Jie will laugh at him to death if he finds out!

Gojo Wu sighed, sat leaning against the wall, and waited quietly for Xia Youjie.

Suddenly, Gojo Satoru heard the sound of brisk footsteps, his slightly narrowed eyes were cold and emotionless.

He has not forgotten his identity as the holder of "Six Eyes". There are countless people who want his life, otherwise he would not hide in the dark alley.

Although he feels that even if he is injured, those guys are not capable of hurting him, but, well, anyway, those guys don't care about the death of ordinary people.

Gojo Satoru was vigilant, and then, the light source in the narrow dark alley was blocked by a young figure.

The young child blinked his iris-colored eyes, tilted his head and met his eyes.

Time stopped suddenly.

Gojo Satoru also blinked, for a moment he didn't know whether he should say to the children, "Brother is not a bad guy~", or should he worry that his rare embarrassment would be seen by a child.

"Azhi, it's time to go home." A gentle female voice called out: "Dad is still in the parking lot, so don't ask Dad to wait too long."

Is it the child's mother?

Gojo Satoru guessed, and whispered: "Hey, kid, your mother called you. And, that, you may not believe it, but! I'm not a bad person."

Unexpectedly, the kid called Azhi was much calmer than him, and it seemed that he didn't care whether he was a good guy or a bad guy.

The kid stuffed him with a carton of milk that was held in the fleshy little hand.

Wutiaowu: "..."

The child then walked a few steps deeper into the alley, tearing off the seal of another box of milk| with little hands, and poured the whole box of milk into a small basin.

Throwing the milk box into the trash can, the kid patted his fleshy little hands before leaving the dark alley.

how to say?

Barely ignoring him the whole time?

The blue pupil behind the sunglasses caught a glimpse of the big cat leading the kitten drinking milk, Gojo Satoru didn't have time to worry about what was there and what was gone.

He glanced at the cats, then at the milk that was stuffed into the hands of the children just now...

Gojo Satoru blinked, so was he being fed as a stray cat?

"What are you thinking about?" Xia Youjie came to see his friend who met Sanyue, holding a box of milk|with a dull look on his face.

"Jie..." Gojo Satoru looked at Xia Youjie, "I was just fed as a stray cat by a kid named Aji!"

Xia Youjie thought for a while, and decided to appease his friend's possibly hurt heart, but before he could speak, Wutiaowu whispered|forced|forced: "Don't mention it, the kid is quite pretty, and he must be a beautiful boy in the future." !"

Xia Youjie: "..."

Osamu Dazai searched for this past in the depths of his memory, and I have to say it was amazing, so he even fed big cats?

"Oh~ so that's the case." Wonderful is wonderful, and there is no shortage of ridicule.

Dazai Osamu looked at Gojo Satoru with perverted eyes: "So you were planning on me at that time?"

Eyes narrowed: "Human | scum."

"Hey, hey!" Gojo Satoru took off his sunglasses, took|caught|caught|caught|bited Osamu Dazai's lips like revenge, and bit down lightly: "This is simply a god-sent fate! God wants us to be together! How can it be used?" Human | scum" two words | tarnished | dirty!

If he hadn't met Natsume boy, he wouldn't be able to remember this passage.

——Rounding up and down, he is someone who has met his father-in-law and mother-in-law.

"That..." Gojo Satoru's lips | petals | slipped close to the corners of Dazai Osamu's eyes: "Can we go to a dating agency?"

Gee!

Osamu Dazai found that Gojo Satoru was always overbearing when he shouldn't be overbearing, and then became weak when he should be overbearing, and he didn't know what was wrong.

He held Gojo Satoru's cheek and kissed directly.

Gojo Gojo was stunned for a long time before remembering to speak back, those twinkling kite-colored pupils hooked him to keep deepening his mouth.

"Go?"

In the gap between panting|breathing, a short voice overflowed from the intertwined|entangled|lip|teeth.

"Ah."

Osamu Dazai couldn't clearly describe the rising feeling in his heart, he only knew that this person... illuminated all his haze.

Because of the existence of this person, the desolate desert in his heart was suddenly enveloped by the light of spring, and a large number of bright and colorful flowers bloomed.

Yes.

going to.

After all, Gojo Satoru was worth his risk.

To—

My evenings and mornings that are never dark,

Five enlightenment.