Miss Tsushima

The moonlight is beautiful, illuminating a corner of the park.

Tsushima Hiiragi and Nakahara Nakaya sat side by side on a park bench.

Nakahara Nakaya lowered his head to look at his toes, Tsushima Hiiragi could smell it from the distance of his shoulders, and there was a faint aroma of wine in his breath.

"Why don't you come home at night and learn to drink?" Tsushima Hiiragi turned to look at him.

Zhong Yuanzhong also seemed to have drank a lot of wine, and his reaction became slower. He was stunned for a long time, and argued,

"I didn't drink!"

Tsushima Hiiragi stared at him.

"Okay... I only drank a little..." He gestured with two fingers in the void, and Tsushima Hiiragi could confirm it now.

He did drink a lot.

Michiko was lying on his knees, Nakahara was caressing her back nonchalantly, and the cat flicked its tail lazily.

After a long time, Tsushima Hiiragi said to him: "It's time to go back, you should go back earlier."

As soon as Tsushima Hiiragi stood up, Nakahara quickly grabbed the hem of her clothes. Tsushima Hiiragi looked back in surprise, only to see a reddish head hanging low, and it was difficult to see his expression.

Zhongyuan Zhong didn't look up, nor let go, just like this stalemate.

"...Can you stay with me for a while?"

After a long time, he whispered his request in a voice so low that it was almost inaudible.

The "King of Sheep" on Raibo Street, the owner of super powers, has never shown such an expression in front of Tsushima Hiiragi since the day he first met him.

Vulnerability and caution should not be his expressions.

Tsushima Hiiragi sat back down again.

"I can do well!" Nakahara Chuya muttered to himself, "I can protect everyone, and everyone can rely on me..."

"A person with this kind of power is the strongest...he can protect everyone..." He looked at his fingertips, talking nonsense.

When he sobered up, recalling the words Zeng Jin and Tsushima Hiiragi had said now, he didn't know how to feel ashamed to death. In short, these words sounded like a baby to Tsushima Hiiragi, grievances bent.

If Chuya Nakahara, who has super self-esteem, remembers what he said to Tsushima Hiiragi tonight after waking up tomorrow, it will probably explode.

Tsushima Hiiragi put his index finger on his lips, thought for a while and still didn't say a word, listening to Nakahara Nakaya's rambling.

"I...I can't protect everyone..."

"No, I can, as long as I try harder."

"I have to work harder! Everyone needs my protection!"

He slammed the bench next to him, and the poor chair squeaked after suffering an accident—a loud noise, which made Michiko, who was dozing on his lap, jump down suddenly.

"I can protect everyone!" He said seriously, turned around and grabbed Tsushima Hiiragi's wrist, "Everyone of the sheep, and you!"

"Even if I risk my life, I will protect you."

"..."

"Don't you believe me?" Gradually increasing his grip on the wrist, Nakahara Zhong also looked at her with a crying expression.

"You..." Tsushima Hiiragi paused before realizing that she still didn't know the child's name, but it's not important, she skipped this question and continued, "Have you encountered anything recently?"

Although Tsushima Hiiragi never went to Leibo Street again, she still knows a little about the situation outside.

Osamu Dazai also told her that the recent Yokohama was very unstable. Of course, when Osamu Dazai told her, he had a smile on his face that he was afraid that the world would not be chaotic.

Leibo Street, Mafia, Mori Ogai, Sheep, Tsushima Hiiragi, if you think about it together, you can probably figure out what happened.

"……there is nothing."

Nakahara Chuya still didn't say anything.

"No matter what happens in the future, you have already worked hard." Tsushima Hiiragi gently stroked his curly hair, hard,

"No matter what the end result is."

"No one can blame you."

"Okay." Tsushima Hiiragi stood up and patted the hem of his clothes, "The last moment hasn't come yet, what you should do is not drinking and dazed here, go back."

She had just walked two steps, when she was suddenly pulled by a huge force, Nakahara Chuya hugged her from behind, pressed her face on her back, and said sullenly:

"Don't go!"

"Don't leave me alone."

"..."

What's the point with a drunk?Nakahara Chuya must have been so drunk that he was unconscious, Tsushima Hiiragi reluctantly broke his hands tightly around his waist,

"I hope you wake up tomorrow, don't remember what happened today!"

"Even if you remember, don't become angry." Tsushima Hiiragi turned to grab Nakahara Chuya's hand and led him back, who was trembling on his feet, "By the way, I might as well go to bark dance tomorrow and have a drink." Don, forget all these things?"

"But last time I paid on credit, this time, the grass pheasant will drive me out?"

Tsushima Hiiragi touched his chin and pulled Nakahara Chuya, the moonlight stretched the shadows of the two of them.

She took Zhong Yuanzhong back to the bungalow.

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Tsushima Hiiragi is not human, she must be a monster.

Dazai thought firmly.

On June 6th, Tsushima Hiiragi celebrated his birthday. Candles were placed on the fresh milk cake. They sat around a small wooden table. Tsushima Hiiragi turned off all the lights and drew the curtains. Only the candles A little red light flickered in the dark.

"Come on, Dazai-kun, make a wish." Tsushima Hiiragi smiled and said to Dazai Osamu, first closing his eyes and folding his hands together.

"Why do you know my birthday?"

Osamu Dazai never told her his birthday.

"Because it's Osamu Dazai's birthday!" Tsushima Hiiragi said with a smile.

Cream, cakes, beige tatami mats, curtains fluttering in the breeze, and leaves swaying in the wind.

They all looked so normal, so warm, and the only heresy was Tsushima Hiiragi who wore a home dress, an apron, and tied his long hair behind his head.

She looked at Osamu Dazai with a smile.

In this room, there was only her, out of place.

Why do so many people like her?

Seeing Takashi Natsume carefully pushing the door open and looking at him suspiciously, Osamu Dazai asked him maliciously,

"Hey, why do you like that woman so much?"

"Who are you?" Takashi Natsume looked at him with his head tilted, and Miss Michiko, who looked at Osamu Dazai coldly, immediately ran to his feet and rubbed his instep acting like a baby.

"Just answer my question." Osamu Dazai curled up on the medical bed and picked up Mr. Skull's head, "That woman is a monster."

"With her, there will be no good end." He said to himself.

"That's not it!" Natsume Takashi immediately refuted him loudly, and the cat slipped out through the small crack when the door opened.

"Miss Tsushima... Miss Tsushima, she is the kindest person... She, she is like a god!"

"god?"

Osamu Dazai stared at the hollow eye sockets of the skull and laughed,

"Is there a difference between a god... and a monster?"

Then Tsushima Hiiragi went downstairs, helplessly dealing with the disputes between the children. Does she know what she said to the child she loves?Osamu Dazai thought.

She took the child and went out to find the cat named Michiko.

Why mess with her?

Looking at the backs of them leaving, Osamu Dazai couldn't help but read out in a low voice,

"She is a monster."

is the same as me...

Can't be with her, Osamu Dazai's brain always warned him, don't get close, this is playing with fire.

Dangerous, too dangerous.

Can't everyone else smell her?The smell of "death", the smell of decay, hovered around her, and there was no doubt that under her thin layer of skin, there must be mud flowing.

Osamu Dazai shrank, why...

Can't get any closer.

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Tsushima Hiiragi returned home with the drunk Nakahara Nakaya. She took out the key and opened the door. There was no movement in the room. As soon as Michiko got home, she jumped down and went back to her nest to sleep.

After all, it was so late.

Nakahara Nakaya was brought home with a soft heart, how to explain to Osamu Dazai?That child has never been able to get along well with other children, Tsushima Hiiragi touched his chin and tapped the palm of his hand.

Tell Nakahara Nakaya to sleep on the sofa overnight, and let him go before Dazai wakes up tomorrow morning.

Anyway, Dazai Osamu's child likes to sleep in late, and won't get up until noon. As for himself, he has no choice but to make do on the medical bed.

After planning this way, it was inevitable that she still felt a little guilty, so she asked Zhong Yuan Zhong to sit down on the sofa, and tiptoed up to the second floor.

The second floor was silent, with the curtains closed.

The white gauze curtain has been unhooked, and it naturally hangs down. The quilt is crumpled and bulged into a bag.

Tsushima Hiiragi stared at the quilt motionlessly.

She lifted the quilt.

Sure enough, there was no one there.

Tsushima Hiiragi spread out the quilt, sat on the quilt and looked around the room, when his hand suddenly touched something cold and hard.

It's a glass bottle, the milk glass bottle she gave Dazai, and put it under the futon.

"I don't like to drink this kind of thing, it has a strange smell~" Osamu Dazai complained to her, pinching his nose and pouring it down, "It's hard to drink!"

Tsushima Hiiragi took out the glass bottle from the futon, and there were many fireflies in the cleaned milk bottle.

The emerald green glowed with glistening light, little by little, illuminating the darkness in a blurred and illusory way, wantonly exuding a jewel-like shimmer.

Dye the endless darkness of this pool into a strange and dreamy night.

"Sure enough, I'm still a child..."

Tsushima Hiiragi laughed, put the glass bottle containing fireflies on the desk, opened the curtains, let the night light penetrate into the dark room, and walked downstairs.

"Come on and sleep—"

She greeted the dizzy Zhong Yuan Zhong also lying on the laid mattress, and walked downstairs by herself.