My name is Dazai

The quality of the bed in the wooden house is not good, after all, it was temporarily rented by Ms. Tan.

The seaside is humid and the iron bed has rust problems.

In this way, the creaking sound is more obvious when shaking.

"Hmm... ha... Actually... I got... a memory, about Tangun...and me." Dazai said intermittently, "I have always...wanted to find Tangun. .Well……"

Tangun pressed Dazai, looking at the flushed face of the beauty under him.

The bandages on Dazai's body were removed by Tangun's hands, but they were not completely untied. They were loosely wrapped around his body, and fair skin could be seen from between the bandages.

"I've been... looking for Tangun... I thought Tangun didn't exist in this world..." Dazai's eyes fell on the person on his body, his eyes were full of deep love.

They are connected now.

He luckily found his cat.

"I found you, Tangun." Dazai reached out and stroked Tangun's cheek.

"...Then what does Tangun look like in your memory?" Tangun couldn't help but stopped and asked.

"Tan, Tangun, don't stop...we are interrogating." Dazai said aggrievedly.

Tangun: "..."

"Wow, don't... so... so fast!" Dazai felt that he was going to be spoiled by Tangun, an inexperienced guy, and he had no rules at all, which made him feel good for a while, and fell down again for a while. On the ground, "Woo..."

"I said it was an interrogation, so why are there so many demands." Tangun had a scumbag expression on his face.

"That...Tangun...is very gentle, like...mother. He can cook and write..." Dazai said, "Same as Tangun..., a white cat...person."

Tangun had mixed feelings.

"I'm not gentle." He said in a hoarse voice.

"D-Of course not..." Dazai was held down by Tangun.

"I can't write either," Tangun continued.

"Yes, yes..." Dazai didn't intend to refute at all.

"I don't like cooking," Tangun said.

"Ah... I shouldn't, I shouldn't... force...Tangun's." Dazai said hoarsely.

"It's not like a mother." Tangun felt that his other self didn't want such an evaluation.

Mother……

How disappointing is this to have such a reputation?

"Dan, Tangun...how, why do you have...such...an illusion?" Dazai felt that he was about to lose his breath.

Tangun: "..." The answer is that what he wants is true, but why does he want to hit someone so much.

Dazai was gasping for breath, it was impossible for him to fight, so he could only fight in another way.

Dazai's voice began to take on a slightly weeping tone, complaining that Tangun was seeking personal revenge, which had nothing to do with the interrogation.

Tangun felt that his mood had changed a little bit.

"Would you like me like this?" Tangun continued to ask, "I'm completely different from that me."

Tangun waited silently for an answer.

When people are absolutely focused, it is difficult to focus on two things at once.

Dazai was very dissatisfied with Tangun's pause, even though Tangun almost swollen his ass just now.

He met Tangun's eyes, and then he couldn't help ignoring other stimuli, and put his arms around Tangun's neck: "What I love is Tangun, not Tangun's character."

"Then what do you love about me?" Tangun was not swayed by these words.

A sensitive cat will never get out of the sofa easily, not to mention it has been hurt several times.

Still willing to lie under the sofa and meow meow meow to test him, already very reluctant to give up Dazai.

"Would you think I'm insincere if you say soul Tangun?" Dazai smiled wryly, "Tangun, I have a weird personality, sensitive and thoughtful, and very...crazy..."

Apparently, he remembered the thing that he dragged Tangun to say that he would die for love.

Dazai's eyes were serious but he felt melancholy: "What does Tangun like about me?" Tangun couldn't answer.

"Good?" he said.

"According to what Tangun thinks, it is because I got the memory about Tangun that I felt kindness towards Tangun." Dazai replied.

"gentle?"

"That's a disguise." Dazai's expression darkened when he thought about his past.

"No, Dazai is a gentle person."

"...Really? So is Tangun." Dazai actually felt helpless.

When Tangun looked at him, he was still wearing a filter.

"Where did you see that?" Tangun said in his heart, how thick is Dazai's filter for him?Was he gentle when they got along?Tangun thought it was right to be indifferent.

"From so many places." Dazai said slyly, his eyes were bright, giving people a feeling that he had indeed discovered it, but he just wanted to keep it secret, "Okay, don't tell me why Tangun likes me. It's the body."

Tangun was choked up for a moment.

"Sure enough, Tangun can't tell." Dazai laughed, "But isn't this just right?"

"If you don't know why you like each other, you won't lose this love because of any changes in the other party."

"I did something wrong before. Tangun is Tangun, not because of gentle and kind adjectives, but because Tangun is Tangun. I must have brought too much pressure on Tangun before."

"Forcing every branch of a tree to grow into what I want to see, the tree will die."

Dazai took out another ring from nowhere and put it on Tangun's left ring finger: "I said I will prepare a better ring for Tangun."

The sun is gradually setting.

The ring on Tangun's finger reflected the last gleam.

There is a little warmth in the cold.

"Tangun didn't prepare a ring for me, did he?" Dazai blinked his eyes, "Then..."

Then let's work harder.

Before Dazai finished speaking, he felt that his left ring finger had been bitten.

Tangun bit Dazai's ring finger, leaving teeth marks: "Okay, ring."

Dazai opened his mouth slightly.

He felt his heart beat again.

The bite mark reminded him of the ring mark on Tangun's finger, as if he too had worn the ring for a few years.

but……

Dazai is a brat who can push his nose on his face, even if he is flattered in his heart, he still wants to act like a baby now: "Huh? That doesn't count, Tangun..."

Dazai hadn't finished talking when he saw Tangun really took out a ring.

Not the ring he gave Tangun earlier, "Just kidding." Tangun put the ring on Dazai's finger, "Here."

"...Why do you have such a thing?" Dazai looked blankly at the ring on his finger.

Tangun laughed.

The eyes are clear and gentle.

Dazai suddenly noticed that the color of Tangun's eyes was no longer the dark blue he had always seen, but the same sky blue as he remembered Tangun.

...He always thought that this was a small gap between this Tangun.

I didn't expect that it wasn't.

It is indeed possible to change the color of the iris, especially from light to dark, as if it can reflect the darkness in the heart.

Did he... save the white cat?

Ha, it turns out that he can save people too.

"What are you thinking?" Tangun was dissatisfied with Dazai's distraction.

"The spring night is short, Tangun, shall we continue?" Dazai kissed Tangun's lips forcefully, sending out an invitation.

Where did the ring come from? It was originally intended for Dazai.

If he met Dazai in Yokohama and Dazai asked him for the ring, he would say that he lost the ring, and since Dazai wanted it, he would give him a new one.

Then give this ring to Dazai.

Tangun thought so at the time.

This is... his trick.

But now I can justly give it to Dazai, it's really great.

Outside the door, a member of the Supernatural Secret Service Division lit a cigarette.

When will this end?

Didn't everyone say that the first time will end soon?

Sorry, he didn't dare to offend Osamu Dazai.

It was late when it was over.

Tangun was lying on the bed and had already started to sleep.

Whether he can fall asleep is a problem, but at least his consciousness has begun to blur.

Dazai was also a little sleepy, but he got up anyway.

Half asleep, half awake, Tangun saw Dazai lift one of his legs and put it around his waist.

Tangun: "..."

Ah, it doesn't seem like a big deal.

Tangun continued to sleep.

With nothing on his mind, he doesn't care about up and down at all.

However, Dazai didn't do anything to him, but took out a digital camera, took a picture, and then took a few strawberries on Tangun's collarbone, and took another picture.

He confirmed that some of them were not exposed, and happily dragged out Tangun's computer, connected to the Internet, and sent a few photos to Miss Tan through Tangun's mailbox.

Miss Tan, who was far away in Tokyo, was about to go to bed when she suddenly received an email from her brother.

Her hair was wet, and she brushed it nonchalantly with one hand before reaching for her phone.

Hey, it's my brother's email.

Is it homesick to find her so late?

Miss Tan felt that she could work hard to bring her brother home.

She read the email, and the smile on her face disappeared instantly.

In the photo, her brother was lying on the bed with a hickey on his collarbone.

In the next photo, that bastard Dazai Osamu is pressing on Tangun. Although his body is covered with a quilt, his body position can be clearly seen.

In the picture, the guy named Osamu Dazai is smiling all over his face, like a fox who has stolen fish.

Miss Tan was stunned, and then her face turned from white to red.

She slammed her phone to the ground: "Dazai, you bastard!"

There was a thick carpet on the ground, and there was no sound when it fell on it——completely out of breath.

Miss Tan stomped on the phone angrily.

The phone made a clicking sound.

She felt a little more at ease.

"Miss?" The servant opened the door of her room.

Miss Tan put on a piece of clothing casually: "Go to Yokohama and find my brother."

The moment she went out, she paused, thinking of something, with a grumpy and sad expression on her face: "No, go to the pharmacy first."

Her poor brother...

"Buy some medicine for promoting blood circulation, removing blood stasis, anti-inflammatory and analgesic..." Miss Tan was about to cry.

her brother...

That's how Dazai did it.

"Dazai?" Tangun said vaguely.

"It's okay, I'm looking for someone to help buy medicine." Dazai waited for Miss Tan happily.

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