Miss Tsushima

The doorbell was rang.

Tsushima Hiiragi stopped what he was doing, went out and opened the door, standing outside was Natsume Takashi wearing a white navy tie and aqua blue beret.

Natsume Takashi was stepping on his feet to ring the doorbell, and when the door opened, Tsushima Hiiragi showed a smile, held up the flower in his hand, and handed it to Tsushima Hiiragi.

"What is this?" Tsushima Hiiragi rolled up the hair beside his ears, and looked down at the bouquet of flowers.

"It's Impatiens, a gift from me to Miss Tsushima!"

His eyes were shining brightly, and his pride was beyond words, "I planted it in the corner of the park, and it bloomed today, so I picked it and gave it to Miss Tsushima!"

A bouquet of red impatiens, the most beautiful flowers have been selected. The fresh petals are covered with dew, and the soil on the roots has been carefully removed. It can be seen that it is a well-cared gift.

"Thank you, I like it very much."

Natsume Takashi smiled shyly, and when he handed the bouquet of fiery red flowers to Tsushima Hiiragi, he turned and ran away.

As soon as Tsushima Hiiragi closed the door with flowers in his hands, he heard some movement on the second floor.

Osamu Dazai, who was wearing a white shirt, stood by the window, put his hands on the window sill, and stared at her with his chin propped.

As soon as Tsushima Hiiragi saw Dazai's smiling face, he knew that he must be angry again, so he deliberately made a sound to attract her attention.

She beckoned, signaling Osamu Dazai to come to her.

"What are you doing?" Osamu Dazai reluctantly walked to her side with a long tail.

Tsushima Hiiragi handed this bunch of fiery red flowers in front of him, "I want to dye my nails with red phoenix, please help me."

When Tsushima Hiiragi doesn't match her appearance, she likes extravagant jewelry and bright colors.

Love fashion, like to dress up, as long as the money on the body enters the boutique, there will be no money left.

However, she hated the pungent smell of nail polish, and the impatiens sent by Natsume Takashi were just right for nails, and she started preparing as soon as she got temperament.

"Dye your nails... how do you do it?" Osamu Dazai watched curiously as she rummaged through the piles of sundries on the first floor.

"First... Find a container..." Tsushima Hiiragi responded, "Then there is alum, it seems that there is no leaf to wrap it in... a bandage should be fine too."

"Okay, we've found it all."

"Miss Tsushima's house really has everything."

Osamu Dazai followed behind her step by step, sighing.

"Don't just look, come and help me." Tsushima Hiiragi handed him the flowers and walked to the small garden outside the entrance.

The sun was just right, and the garden was full of green grass. Tsushima Hiiragi touched the steps, and found no dust, so he sat down with his skirt in his arms. Osamu Dazai also imitated her and sat beside her, with his legs relaxed on the next step.

Tsushima Hiiragi put his hands on his forehead, squinted his eyes and looked at the sun, the warm sunlight surrounded his body, and the butterflies in the garden flew past gently.

It's really pleasant, Tsushima Hiiragi added alum into a small bowl, crushed it lightly, and squeezed out a thick red juice.

"How to do it again?"

Osamu Dazai watched with great interest, as if he was playing house, he asked Tsushima Hiiragi what to do next with great interest.

"The next person is in a bit of trouble, and I need your help." Tsushima Hiiragi extended her fingers with a smile. Her hands were white and slender, with white fingertips and an unhealthy light purple color, which is typical of anemia. Performance.

Under the guidance of Tsushima Hiiragi, Osamu Dazai carefully picked up the crushed petals with a toothpick, piled them on her fingertips, and wrapped them with a bandage.

He wrapped the bandage round and round, being extra careful, and finally finished wrapping all ten fingers, and breathed a sigh of relief, "Then what?"

Tsushima Hiiragi looked at the neatly wrapped bandage with a bow tie in satisfaction, and spread his hands on his knees, "Then just wait quietly for a while."

Tsushima was basking comfortably in the sun, admiring all kinds of flowers blooming in the garden, but Osamu Dazai was waiting in full force, staring intently at her hand.

After waiting for 15 minutes, Tsushima Hiiragi removed the bandage with the help of Osamu Dazai, and the unhealthy white nails were covered by deep red.

It glows like blood in the sun.

Tsushima Hiiragi placed his fingers in the sun, admiring the dazzling red against the sun, the whiteness of his fingers against the sun seemed transparent, and he could almost see the meridians and blood flow under the skin.

"na"

Dazai Osamu suddenly made a sound, and gently tugged Tsushima Hiiragi's hanging skirt, Tsushima Hiiragi looked sideways at him suspiciously.

He stretched out his hand.

"Can you dye me too?"

Osamu Dazai lowered his head slightly, stared at his fingertips, then looked into Tsushima Hiiragi's eyes again, and handed his hand to her palm.

"I want to dye it too, can you help me dye it?"

Tsushima Hiiragi turned his head and took a deep look at him, with complicated emotions, "You want to dye too?"

Osamu Dazai squeezed out his nasal cavity, "Yeah."

"Does your workplace allow employees to dye their nails?"

Tsushima Hiiragi remained silent for a long time, squeezing out such a question.

"It's okay." Osamu Dazai took her arm and dangled it coquettishly, "I want to dye it."

"Otherwise, just dye one, and the boss won't find out, okay?"

Osamu Dazai grabbed her arm and kept begging for cuteness. Tsushima Hiiragi was so troubled by him that he couldn't help it, so he picked up the small bowl containing the impatiens flower juice, "stretch out your hand."

"Which finger? The little finger?" Tsushima Hiiragi thought, the little finger was relatively inconspicuous.

Dazai moved each finger of his left hand in turn, and finally made a firm decision, "No, I want the ring finger."

Well, well, Tsushima Hiiragi resignedly picked up the red petals and piled them on his fingertips.

After 15 minutes, when Tsushima Hiiragi helped him remove the bandage, the ring finger had already been dyed even and bright red.

Osamu Dazai was next to Tsushima Hiiragi, with his fluffy head resting lightly on her shoulder, looking up and down at his hands.

He looked left and right, and finally smiled and passed his hand to Tsushima Hiiragi's eyes, "Does it look good?"

I have to say that although Dazai Osamu has a leisurely appearance full of Japanese charm, it is unexpectedly suitable with red.

He was originally black and pure white intertwined, but now with this touch of red, he immediately became vivid.

It seemed clear and transparent, the young boy put on water-red lipstick, and the red mark wiped away with his fingertips was mixed with the wet marks of seductiveness.

Sentimental and gorgeous are intertwined, revealing a pure and charming atmosphere.

Unexpectedly suitable for red, he.

"nice."

Tsushima Hiiragi answered him honestly.

After Osamu Dazai got the answer, he wrapped his entire left hand with a bandage in satisfaction.

What's the point of painting red nails when they're going to be tangled up?Tsushima Hiiragi couldn't help but want to ask, and forcibly endured it.

Osamu Dazai carefully put the wrapped hands back into his pockets.

"Next, I'm going to go to work~" Osamu Dazai was satisfied like a cat that has stolen fish.

"..."

work?Tsushima Hiiragi couldn't believe that such words came from Dazai Osamu.

For the first time, Tsushima Hiiragi had doubts about whether he knew Dazai Osamu.

Osamu Dazai kept his word, got up early the next morning, and ran to Miss Tsushima's quilt refreshed.

The work and rest are very irregular, and Miss Tsushima, who wakes up very excitedly, is woken up by Osamu Dazai, and learns that Osamu Dazai just asked her to get up to help him wrap the bandages.

Tsushima Hiiragi: ...

"Then I'm leaving~" Dazai walked out happily with a smile.

Tsushima Hiiragi looked at the clock, and the hour hand was pointing to seven o'clock.

"What the hell is this kid doing..."

Tsushima Hiiragi remained silent for a few seconds, then yawned again, and lay back on the soft blanket, who cares, the fire couldn't burn himself anyway.

Go to sleep first.

Osamu Dazai came to the Mafia building at the port in a happy mood. As expected, the hard-working dwarf had already arrived at this point.

Zhongyuan Zhongye is also a fighting faction, but he has to sign documents angrily because his partner is fishing every day.

When he was gnashing his teeth and scolding Osamu Dazai in his heart, he suddenly saw Osamu Dazai's dark figure appearing behind the door.

Nakahara Chuya: ...

? ? ? ?

He was so surprised for a moment that he suddenly didn't know what to say.

The sun came out from the west, and Osamu Dazai would take the initiative to come to work?

"Why don't I take the initiative to come to work?"

Osamu Dazai immediately blocked the exit. He wandered slowly into the office, grabbed the document that Chuya Nakahara was looking at and began to browse.

Nakahara Chuya: ...

All right, although he looks very flat, and he must have some bad idea, but as long as he can approve the documents for him, it will be fine.

Zhong, who was physically and mentally exhausted after approving the documents, comforted himself willingly.

Osamu Dazai took out a pen from the pen holder, picked up the folder and signed it.

The moment he took his hand out of his pocket, Nakahara couldn't help staring at his fingers.

He blinked vigorously to make sure he wasn't dazzled, the fingers that Osamu Dazai was holding the document were indeed...

Zhong Yuanzhong also widened his eyes in shock.

"Hey, bastard Dazai, you..."

He gave a look like he ate a fly.

"Oh, you mean this?" Osamu Dazai moved his fingers, smiled without saying a word.

After signing a document, he put the pen back, put his hands back in his pockets and walked out of the office.

Dazai's malicious smile and red nails also caused too much damage to Zhong Yuanzhong's mental attack.

Zhong Yuan returned to his chair in a trance, propping his head, only feeling his eyes swell and dizzy.

Dazai finally went crazy?The mysterious smile he had when he left the office played back in Nakahara Chuya's mind, and gradually became weird, merging with the female ghosts in various horror movies he had seen before.

As long as it's Osamu Dazai, it's not surprising that anything happened, he just put on nail polish, don't think about it!

Nakahara Chuya pinched the bridge of his nose fiercely, trying to expel the mental pollution caused by Osamu Dazai from his mind.

Why don't you think about these things? Osamu Dazai has gone crazy for a day or two, and work is the most important thing.

By the way, work!

Zhong Yuanzhong also slammed the pen hard.

Just signed a document and ran away.

Bastard mackerel, didn't you say you're here for work?