Miss Tsushima

When Osamu Dazai came to the place Kunikida Doppo told him, it was already afternoon, and the slanted sunlight lazily shone on the ground, just like Osamu Dazai's brisk, cat-like footsteps, even Lazy, but also lazy? A sense of dexterity.

But it fell into Kunikida's eyes, but it didn't have any light and fine beauty, he frowned, his feet didn't consciously light on the ground, and raised his hand to look looked at the watch.

"It's already 140:[-]?, Dazai, you're [-] [-]? seconds behind the appointed time!"

Kunikida's "watch" is "specially customized", and he spends time adjusting it every morning. For him, every second is "planned", even though he is standing a few steps away, he will Should he trot over faster?!This man who arrived late was still walking slowly and fiddled with his hair calmly.

"Ah, because it was morning? Kunikida-kun said that there was nothing else. I went home to rest. Did I just fall asleep after watching a movie? After a while, someone woke me up and said What? An urgent mission..."

Osamu Dazai walked slowly?, "Kunikida-kun, you? What is this urgent task? Was it written in? Your? Small notepad this morning? It's rare, Kunikida-kun also has unplanned arrangements? .”

"I just took a shower, and I have to wrap the bandages back? It's time-consuming, and I thought I'd go to the bar I often go to to take a break, relieve the stress of working with Kunikida-kun, and... Pretty? Young lady made an appointment tonight..."

He didn't regret being late at all, smiling and nodding his finger.

The afternoon sun is jumping on his fluffy black hair, on the red stone tile floor, his leather shoes hardly make any sound when they fall on it, like a bird bathed in warm sunshine, happy The self-satisfied? walking in a straight line? the black cat, making the female next to him unable to help but stare at his face.

Kunikida frowned. He could catch flies. He couldn't help but take a step forward, "Since it takes so much time, why don't you wrap a bandage! Dazai, you should restrain your frivolous attitude." !"

"I don't think there's something wrong with my attitude. I can't refuse a beautiful?feminine?attitude because of a gentleman's?attitude." Osamu Dazai smiled,

"Now? It's time to talk about you? Interrupt the perfect date I should have? Call me out? With you? This big man? Look at each other? Reason? "

"What? Gentleman's attitude? Is it the attitude of a pervert? I think you're enjoying it." Kunikida whispered, "It's urgent, come with me, no? You ?Better trot?, Actually..."

As he spoke, he strode away from Dazai Osamu's side. Just as he took a step, it was as if he was being pulled by an invisible thread, and he hung his footsteps in mid-air abruptly. He turned his head, Raising half of the eyebrows, "You? On your hand, what is that?"

"This?" Osamu Dazai stretched out the hand that was placed behind you in front of him, "Obviously, it's a flower."

What Osamu Dazai is holding in his hand is a messy, uneven bunch of flowers, a large bunch of brightly colored hydrangeas, like pink and rouge in full bloom. Peach blossoms, small dandelions dotted in it, seem to have been blown by the wind, leaving only bare stalks.

The most eye-catching thing is that it's caught in it, the red one looks like a burning flame, it's open to the edge and there are shallow withering marks, and it's so bright that it's a bit dazzling red Rose.

This bouquet of flowers cannot be said to be beautiful, but the colors are too mixed, red, purple, blue, green, like an overturned color palette, and some flowers It's past the season, it's not too fresh, and there's no matching, no packaging, and no ribbons wrapped around it, so it's just gathered into a bunch by Osamu Dazai, pinched in your hand, the flowers are slender The light green juice from the incision stained his bandages, and some leaves and petals fell off.

It looks... shabby.

If you look at it from Kunikida's point of view, this flower is simply ugly. It's okay, it doesn't have any beauty at all, it's obviously a beautiful flower, why is it placed together like this, it's extraordinarily dazzling, Maybe it's because the person holding this bouquet is Osamu Dazai.

Osamu Dazai and Hana are too inconsistent. Kunikida looked at Hana, and the bouquet held by Osamu Dazai, if it was a large bouquet of bright roses, would barely fit his frivolous personality, but this bouquet is a mess Among the flowers, there is even a piece of dogtail grass.

"I don't? Yes? Say I don't? Know it's a flower, I mean, you? Why? Bring flowers to work? And the flowers are too..." Kunikida paused, hesitating for a long time , Didn't you say that it's like a handful of weeds?

"Ah, when I was walking halfway, a beautiful woman I didn't know stopped me suddenly, saying that these? ?fit me."

"...It's pretty good..." Kunikida said dryly, it was actually a gift from a woman?Then this woman's taste is worrying, okay? I didn't say it looked like a weed.

Osamu Dazai looked at his expression, and after a few seconds, he smiled, "Kunikida-kun, you? No? Could it be? Thinking, it was a gift from a woman? Ah, is it okay? Did you say this bundle? The flowers are too ugly." He tilted his head, "Haha, lied to you? How could it be true? There are women who send this kind of flowers? You? It's too easy to lie."

The veins on Kunikida's forehead popped out.

Osamu Dazai held the bouquet in front of him and blew it lightly, and the already bare? Dandelions? The last few fluffs also gently "floated" along with the airflow.

……No wonder.

"Actually, on my way here, I saw an old woman selling flowers. She couldn't go home if she couldn't sell them all, and she didn't have money to eat. I thought she was too pitiful. These flowers are not beautiful, so I bought them all with money.”

Kunikida's brows stretched out, and he nodded frequently, "Well, well done? Wrong, Dazai, this is what our armed detective agency should do." He took out his notebook from his pocket and flipped through it. Go to one page, "You? Said? That old lady, is she? Come here every day? The flower seller? Where? Where?"

Kunikida took off the pen cap and waited for a long time, but Dazai Osamu didn't answer. He raised his head in doubt, only to find that Dazai Osamu was covering his face, unable to hide the intermittent laughter from between his fingers. exposed?.

"..." The fountain pen in Kunikida's hand snapped into two pieces, "Dazai! You lied to me again!!!"

He skillfully grabbed Osamu Dazai who was trying to escape, and shook him violently, until his soul was about to fly out. The petals of the flower, which was already shabby, fell off.

After jumping around for a while, Kunikida walked ahead angrily, and Osamu Dazai followed behind weakly.

"So, Kunikida-kun, what are you talking about 'emergency mission'?" Osamu Dazai said weakly.

"That's it? This..." Kunikida stopped and pointed to the front. Dazai Osamu raised his eyelids and fell silent.

Kunikida grabbed the collar of Dazai Osamu who turned his head and walked away. Dazai Osamu lowered his head and whispered,

"I didn't expect that Kunikida-kun, who is the most serious and active in his work, would also use public affairs for personal gain. This is what you mean by 'emergency mission'?"

"I'm going back." He said mercilessly.

Kunikida looked around, and tightly grasped the hem of Dazai's beige shirt.

"Please, Dazai!" He said in a low voice, "I'm willing to help you with a month's worth of work."

"Even if you?don't?help me deal with it, I won't be able to work." Osamu Dazai said the cruel...truth lightly.

"..." Really? With a flat face, he said something that was impossible. Kunikida pinched the hem of his clothes tightly, and he took a deep breath and said loudly, "Please! This is? My whole life The? Request! I owe you? once."

Osamu Dazai paused, and turned around, "This is Kunikida-kun's lifetime request, isn't it too cheap? But since you are so humble, please..."

He seemed to have a look of "difficulty, slow" pace gradually slowed down, and stopped.

A few meters away is a spacious and bright building. Because it is shrouded in a bright summer day, the light-colored glass is shining, almost to the point of glaring. It is the largest shopping center in the commercial street in this area. A few meters away is the "gate" of the shopping mall.

There are guards in front of the gate, and there are many people standing under the steps. Their faces are blush by the sun, and there is similar excitement and anticipation. Even though the crowd is dense, they still Also fairly quiet, no noisy? Voices, whispered? chat with each other.

In the summer of June, even if there is wind, the gathering of so many people is extremely hot.

Osamu Dazai's eyes turned to the glass that reflected the light. Nothing could be reflected there, but it was shining by itself.

He blinked, lowered his eyelashes slowly, and covered his eyes. The cloud-like emotions in those heavy eyes became blurred and dimmed. His complexion didn't change, and it was still relaxed. He looked like he was standing casually, but his lips were slightly pale.

It was a tiny, untraceable thought that grew secretly, and finally in my heart, it spread and grew wildly, covering a barren heart.

From the hairspring in the chest to the root of the teeth, there was a nervous, continuous, tingling pain. That was the pain of wanting to grab something. He bit the back molars hard, Suppressing himself, his heart was trembling crazily, but he didn't even dare to take a cautious, tentative step.

In that glass house, the person sitting is someone who can never be seen again, who can't be turned on, he already knew that.

"One person can get a number plate, and [-] people will be drawn from the current crowd to sign it."

The voice of Kunikida came from next to his ear, and he took out a beautifully packaged book while talking, "Although it is conservatively estimated that there are more than 400 people, but it is said that there are two of us. , the chances of winning the lottery are also increased by half."

"How about it, it's just a queue, please, Dazai!"

Osamu Dazai took the book silently. The familiar cover was the same as the one that Michiko made today, dipped in cream and spread out on the table.

It is a book written by Tsushima Hiiragi.

"Please, Dazai!" Kunikida took a number plate from the activity manager, and stuck it on Dazai's windbreaker with a snap. "Let's wait in line here for a while!"

"Really? Stupid... me."

Osamu Dazai's voice is very soft, barely audible.

He let Kunikida pin that stupid round number plate with numbers written on it on his own clothes, lowered his head and gently rubbed the edge of the number plate with his hand, quietly ?Stand ?in place.

Strange, usually? Is Dazai so quiet?

When working? As long as it's hot or cold, tired or busy, he can have a reason to turn people around.

No? Blame Kunikida Doppo ptsd, Osamu Dazai has too many previous convictions, his quietness can almost be called abnormal, is it?

Kunikida couldn't help but glanced at him.

Osamu Dazai soon noticed this kind of gaze. He raised his eyelids and stared straight at Kunikida's face with everything written on it.

At that moment, Kunikida felt that his "eyes" were like "obsidian" condensed with frost.

"What I promised you, I will definitely do it, so can you? Can you? Look at me again."

Osamu Dazai sighed, somewhat funny? He clamped the book between his neck, and then barely held the book and the flowers with the same hand. With his right hand free, he inserted it into the thin black hair on his forehead, and pushed the hair back comb.

The smooth forehead was exposed for a second or two, and the forehead hair fluttered back to the forehead.

Maybe it was? Broken hair pierced his eyes, Osamu Dazai frowned slightly and closed his eyes, and opened them again two seconds later.

"Being watched by a man? with such? affectionate? eyes? Even? I don't feel comfortable? Oh."

Those eyes have changed back to the previous? Lovely and affectionate, it seems that there are countless? Unspoken? Meaningful? Words.

Smiling, he glanced at Kunikida, tilted his head, and blinked his one-sided eyes with a pretended innocent expression.

Hey... Kunikida Doppo was disgusted by him? Not lightly, he turned his head away immediately.

Kunikida finally shut up and turned to the front, no? No more trying to talk to him, Dazai Osamu got what he wanted? After silence, he held the flowers and looked forward quietly.

The weather is getting hotter and hotter, the crowds are getting more and more crowded, and it becomes extremely crowded and hot. Kunikida couldn't help taking off his vest and fanning the wind with his palms. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Dazai Osamu, who seemed to feel no heat at all. Now, I stood there with a face that didn't change.

"Hey, Dazai, do you? No? Feel hot?"

"It's okay." Osamu Dazai replied with a short sentence that didn't fit his personality.

Standing in front of the temporarily built stage, the host began to test the microphone, and the voices of conversation gradually appeared in the crowd, but each of them tried their best to suppress their own voices, gradually forming a buzz Buzzing? Low-sounding, this kind of "low-score" noise makes people feel restless.

Kunikida didn't? He had to raise his voice slightly so that Osamu Dazai could hear, "Dazai, you? Wait? Here for a while, I... I'll go to the bathroom."

It seemed that Kunikida's expression was not natural because he had to say such words out loud.

"You? Just bear with it, you've been waiting in line for so long." Osamu Dazai didn't even turn his head.

Kunikida raised his voice, "But I can't take it anymore!!"

The sound was really not small, and everyone around was startled, and they all turned their heads to look at him.

Osamu Dazai didn't look at Kunikida, he didn't look at the restless crowd, he didn't look anywhere, he just kept his eyes on the sky.

The looming look on his face is a kind of? It seems that he knew the situation would develop like this. Clearly, but at the same time, it is mixed with, for some reason? Dazed and childish? Wronged.

Osamu Dazai lowered his head, took off his own number plate,

"Drawn..."

Sure enough, the number coming from the host's microphone was the same as the one hanging on his chest.

"What... what??? I really won the draw... Is it possible?!"

Kunikida was dumbfounded. What? What level of luck is this?Fifty people were drawn out of hundreds of people, and the first one won?

He raised his head and looked at the electronic screen in front of him. It was stiff. He checked again and again. It really was this one.

"What you said? It's really interesting." Osamu Dazai glanced at him.

"Since Kunikida-kun thinks that he will definitely win the lottery, why do you ask me to come? Are you queuing? Now? Are you going to the toilet?"

Kunikida took a deep breath and became excited, but he hesitated for a moment, but still insisted, "But... yes... I'm going now..."

A faint smile appeared on Osamu Dazai's face, "Let's go after it's over."

He paused, then added, "I'll be right here waiting for you, there's nowhere I'll run around."

Kunikida hesitated, dawdling in place, as if there must be some reason why he didn't want to go now, looked at Dazai Osamu, and reluctantly said, "Since it's...you? ? Like you? Go ahead."

"No, I don't want it." Osamu Dazai replied decisively. He raised his hand and pulled off another petal, and kept twisting it between his fingertips. The sticky juice stained the bandages on his fingertips red,

"I'm? Because you? Begged me to help you? In line? I don't? Ask for an autograph."

"After all, I hate Tsushima Hiiragi the most." He paused, looked at his?

The last one to go was Kunikida Doppo. Regardless of the heat, he put back the vest that he had taken off, pulled and pulled nervously, and strode forward with a book in his hand.

When he walked past a girl, he accidentally overheard her whispering with his companion, "That black-haired man behind him, what he holds in his hand looks like a peach blossom?"

"I heard that Mr. Tsushima likes peach blossoms and fireworks the most. I want to ask him if he sells them? Sell..."

"He must be? He also knows that the teacher likes peach blossoms, and he is planning to give it to Teacher Tsushima? Besides, we are not sure that we will be able to draw. If we win, we will ask him?"

"But..." The girl hesitated.

Osamu Dazai looked down at the toe of his shoe, and counted in his heart, sure enough, when he counted to ten, Kunikida took a few steps and then immediately turned back.

"What's wrong?" Osamu Dazai raised his head, looking at him pretending not to understand.

"Hey... Dazai." Kunikida said in a low voice, "How about buying this flower... for me?"

"Hey?" Osamu Dazai held up the bouquet in his hand, "These are...my favorite...flowers, I picked them on the way here! For them, I was also killed by an uncle guard and a very vicious ? The big dog chased for several streets, how could it be given to you? Ah?"

...So, it was?stolen??

In Kunikida's mind, Osamu Dazai looked around, then climbed over the fence, sneaked into the lawn, and went to steal the right flowers blooming in the park, and was chased and killed. The? Scene.

"Let me give it to you, I really can't bear it..." Osamu Dazai stuffed the flower into Kunikida's hand with a look of reluctance.

"But? Yes? Who asked you? My? Colleague, begging me again. How about this, 10 yuan, I'll give it to you."

"..."

Kunikida began to suspect that all of this was a conspiracy by Osamu Dazai. They went on a mission together in the morning. At that time, he saw the advertisement for this event outside the cake shop. Although Osamu Dazai had already run into the shop at that time, Is there any guarantee that he will not? See.

Perhaps, he had already deduced that he wanted to participate in this event, so he specially put on a pose to ask him to come? Begging him, and also prepared the flower that Mr. Tsushima likes, in order to cheat himself?

"I just want peach blossoms, what else?..."

This bouquet of miscellaneous flowers is really messy. Why don't you just take one of Mr. Tsushima's favorites? He just wanted to pull out the peach blossoms, but Osamu Dazai didn't let go and held the flowers in his hand. ? Hands.

He tore off the bandages on his hands, and twisted the stems of the bouquet together in a messy circle.

He lowered his head, lowered his eyes, leaned closer, and gently approached the bouquet of flowers, as if he smelled the fragrance of the bouquet of flowers for the last time, and then decorated the bouquet with bandages and tied a bowknot. Pass it to Kunikida Doppo.

Kunikida was silent, and after he got Dazai Osamu's promise to run around again, before entering, he glanced at Dazai Osamu from the reflection of the glass.

He stood in the sun, and the breeze gently blew his beige clothes and black shattered hair, looking gentle and quiet.

Kunikida entered the venue with a trace of doubt in his heart. It seemed that Osamu Dazai had nothing unusual. Why? He looked like he could be blown away by a gust of wind. He tried his best After thinking about it, I barely thought of an appropriate description with my science student's mind.

It's like a ceramic figurine that was broken, but not put back together properly.

The air conditioner in the venue was very well turned on. As soon as he entered, Kunikida couldn't help shivering. He followed the signposted on the wall and walked quickly into the signing site.

It's hot summer outside, and the air-conditioned room is cool and refreshing inside. Thinking of Osamu Dazai who is suffering outside, Kunikida feels a little guilty in his heart.

This trace of guilt disappeared suddenly when he saw Tsushima Hiiragi sitting in the center of the venue surrounded by assistants.

Tsushima Hiiragi is far more gentle and calm than he looks in the photo. He is wearing an off-white satin trench coat, and his black hair is draped smoothly over his shoulders.

The venue was cold and white, and the lights were long and scattered, but it seemed to be concentrated on her alone, because he was the first to be drawn, and the signature started from him, and the venue had not yet entered the state Suddenly, the panic appeared, and several assistants were still busy coming and going, separating the books.

It seems that the world is "busy", only she, like a "presence" frozen in a black and white photo, sitting there quietly with a smile on her face, her "existence" seems to be floating in In the air, not only exists in this corner of the world.

Under her smiling gaze, Kunikida walked nervously to the table in front of Tsushima Hiiragi, almost on the same hands and feet.Put the book on the table, "Hello, Mr. Tsushima, I have admired you for a long time, I..."

He summoned up his courage and handed over the bouquet in his hand.

When Tsushima Hiiragi lowered her head to look at the bouquet of flowers? For a moment, her eyes widened slightly. The "unspeakable" serenity was like a "thin" layer of ice, in the blink of her eyes , instantly melted.

Kunikida suddenly regretted it.

His eyes also fell on the bouquet, and he retracted his hands.

But for other reasons, looking at it this way, this bouquet of flowers is really too shabby.Tsushima-sensei, who can handle things without being surprised, showed such a surprised expression.

"This flower...is it? For me?"

Just as Kokuni Kida was regretting, Tsushima finally opened his mouth slowly.

Those gentle, smiling eyes that gradually emerged like water waves, and the downcast eyes staring at the bunch of flowers, such an expression seemed to make her change from a simple painting to a painting in an instant. Became a living "person".

She rolled up the shattered hair by her ears, and lowered her head to smell the bouquet of flowers. The smile deepened in the corners of her mouth and eyes, revealing an indescribable amorous feelings.

"Hydrangeas, peach blossoms...roses." She counted in a low voice, "All? My favorite? Thank you!"

For a while, she didn't speak, and then, under the suggestion of the staff, she suddenly came back to her senses, put the bouquet in her arms, opened the cover of the book, flamboyant ?Sign your own ?mark.Then he closed the book and handed it to Kunikida Doppo,

"By the way, please take a piece of cake and leave, as my thank you for this bouquet of flowers."

"cake……?"

The staff next to him skillfully put the cut cake into a box and packed it up, "Today is Mr. Tsushima's birthday. Mr. Tsushima has a really nice temper. Please invite us all to Eat the cake!"

"Ah...really? I adore the teacher. I don't even know the teacher's birthday. I wish you a happy birthday." Kunikida grabbed the book in embarrassment, "That's why you chose to sign the new book today. Yes."

Tsushima Hiiragi lowered her eyelids and cast a smoky gray silhouette in front of her eyes. She tapped her chin with her fingers and smiled.

"No, don't need to remember my birthday, or something that's a big deal."

"Compared to my?birthday, which is?insignificant?things, I actually prefer people to pay attention to my?work.'

Tsushima Hiiragi's voice was as gentle as a flowing mountain spring, "After all, my birthday is insignificant."

"It's not because of my birthday." Her gaze gently drifted into the distance, "It's a more important day."

"Is? My most important..." She hesitated for a moment, or? Gently? Said, "The most important? Person's? Birthday..."

"Could it be? Boyfriend?" Kunikida blurted out, and suddenly realized that his?

Tsushima Hiiragi smiled, neither affirmation nor negation.Kunikida could vaguely hear his boy's heart breaking.

Then Kunikida said something in a daze, which made him want to travel back in the future, and smashed his stupid words now,

"Coincidentally, I know a person? He also? It's his birthday today."

When Tsushima Hiiragi turned to him, Kunikida noticed that her?eyelashes were very long, like?almost transparent?butterfly?wings, resting on?her?body quietly?sleeping.After a long time, she suddenly stood up.

On the upper right corner of the signing table where she was sitting, there was a delicate flower arrangement. Kunikida reckoned that it was a gift from the publishing house. She rested her finger on the sky and pulled out a dewy flower from the flower basket. ?White Rose, hand the flower to Kunikida,

"What a coincidence... You? Help me wish you? That friend, happy birthday."

Kunikida hardly remembers who he was? How did he get out of here? After all, there are still many people waiting in line for autographs. God? Come on.

Ah, Tsushima-sensei is really approachable, totally different from Dazai's rumormonger.

Kunikida stretched his long legs alone, really, I have to tell Osamu Dazai, stop making up such lies behind his back.

Satisfied, he hugged the book in his arms. Today, he was so angry that his trip was not in vain. Although this matter was not in his plan, it was unexpected. Mr. Tsushima His? signature... wait, his? plan?What was his original plan? ? ?

Kunikida stayed where he was.

Dazai... Where is Dazai?

Kunikida Doppo's footsteps came to a halt, and he looked at the bustling crowd, people coming and going, some people were excited and waved their hands and smiled while holding the winning number plate, some people were anxious. Standing on tiptoe and waiting for the host to announce the number, the crowd was full of loud and low voices.

His eyes widened, but there was no sign of Osamu Dazai at all.

Sure enough, he actually believed him when he said he would wait there? !Osamu Dazai? Lie, sows can climb trees!

Kunikida Doppo crazily condemned Dazai Osamu's Pinocchio behavior in his heart, while quickly passing through the crowd, trying to find Dazai Osamu's trace.

Struggling to squeeze out of the crowd, he ran for several streets, clamping his coat under his arm, looking around.

Then, he saw Osamu Dazai from a distance.

His beige long windbreaker swayed gently in the wind, and he raised his head. He didn't know what he was looking at. Kunikida somehow felt that his dazed expression was familiar. What? Something flashed through your mind.But I can't think of it for a while. Is it? Where? I saw it.

Osamu Dazai and how many people are standing beside him?

When Kunikida saw it, he let out a groan in his heart. Sure enough, his? Plan couldn't escape Dazai Osamu? Eyes, did he detect it in advance again?

"I knew for a long time that Kunikida-kun was thinking of something bad."

Did Osamu Dazai? He didn't turn his head, still looking at the sky.

Next to him are Edogawa Ranpo holding snacks, Yosano Akiko holding his chest, and putting his hands together in his kimono. He looks calm, but in fact he was suddenly caught by Osamu Dazai. Fukuzawa Yukichi who hides his embarrassment with a deadpan face.

Osamu Dazai turned around and faced him, counting one by one,

"Say yes? Let me help you get the number plate to increase the chance of winning the lottery, but I don't have the slightest hope of winning the lottery."

"Just? I want to drag me there, and then you? Slip away to join the president and the others..."

Osamu Dazai stretched out his voice.

"Kunikida-kun, you? Really? No? You're good at lying."

"I just said that I absolutely can't hide it from Dazai-kun." Edogawa Ranpo folded his arms behind his head, and said indifferently, "Or Kunikida, you? You are too confident."

"This kind of childish idea, isn't it? I came up with it. I'm already such a young man, and I still like to play with this kind of childlike surprise."

Black? With short shoulder-length hair and wearing a metal butterfly accessory? It's Doctor Yosano and Akiko Yosano of the Armed Detective Agency.

"Since everyone is here, let's come in."

The last person to speak was Fukuzawa Yukichi, the president of the Armed Detective Agency. He coughed, nodded, and stepped into a coffee shop by the side of the road first.

The bell on the door was jingling, and the waiter was carrying a tray, looking at them in surprise.

"It's all Kunikida's idea." As soon as he sat down, Edogawa Ranpo couldn't wait to speak,

"Yes? Kunikida-kun, as soon as he knew that today was? Birthday."

He picked up the coffee brought by the waiter, took a sip and then put it down, lazily putting his face on the table.

"Yeah, did you find out that even the president is here?"

"I came only because I had a drink." Dr. Xie Ye snorted coldly. "The result is? In a coffee shop, huddled together, and then leisurely? Have a cup of coffee?"

"Are you with Dr. Yosano? You're lying..." Before Ranpo finished speaking, Fukuzawa Yukichi covered his mouth, "Ranpo, would you like an ice cream? Eat whatever you want today."

Stop talking nonsense, Dr. Yosano squinted his eyes, and was? looking at you? It looks like? He wants to take it apart and give it to you? Heal it...

A table of people set off the space of the deck, which is a bit cramped.

The first thing that appeared on the table were a few packs of thick snacks, which looked like what Ranpo usually ate, a box of wagashi, like the taste of the president, a large roll of bandages, and Yosano nodded, "You? Don't hang yourself with the bandage I gave you."

In the end, it was Kunikida who took it out of the bag and solemnly handed it over to him. "On How to Be a More Perfect Self: Work"

Kunikida gave him the look of hopeful Jackie Chan.

"Happy birthday, Dazai." "Happy birthday." "Happy birthday, Dazai."

Then, they sent birthday wishes one after another.

Osamu Dazai was silent, and he turned his eyes away uncomfortably, and landed on the box in Kunikida's hand,

"What is this?" He asked slowly.

"It's a birthday cake from Tsushima-sensei." Kunikida said, "Yes? No? Yes? It's a coincidence that Tsushima-sensei is also celebrating his birthday today."

"Is it? It's not wrong to hold a signing party for my birthday." Osamu Dazai said softly.

His eyes fell on the white roses next to the cake.

Edogawa Ranbu looked up at him, then lowered his head again, didn't say anything, and continued to eat potato chips quietly.

"Tsushima-sensei said that today is not because of her birthday." Kunikida put the cake box on the table, "is it someone who is very important to her?"