My name is Dazai

Dazai sat on the bridge, biting a lollipop that Mr. Mori took out of the drawer today to dismiss him.

Really.

He closed his eyes.

Is there a Tangun in this world?

That dream was too real and warm.

The man called Tangun...

Dazai looked up at the sky.

Even he wants to grab it and give it a try.

To be cared for, loved, pampered...

But Dazai couldn't find him anywhere.

In order to find the man of his dreams, he concealed Mr. Mori, went around a circle to contact the power of Mafia at the port, and searched for Tangun, but he couldn't find it.

Is it really just a beautiful dream?

According to the description in the dream, Tangun is not from this world.

The premise of meeting him seems to be death.

Dazai shook his legs and leaned back.

It's better to carry out the routine activities of entering the water every day, maybe one day you will die.

Dazai can swim, but this has nothing to do with his ability to enter the water. The key to entering the water is to choke the water.

As for accidentally bumping into a reef, this was not in his plan...

Hitting the reef is really painful.

Dazai's hand hit something hard.

Ah, you really can't talk about it?

but……

Is this a reef?

Dazai opened his eyes and looked towards the "reef".

It was a person, a human being in a hospital suit, his emaciated figure made him look too weak.

Want to save someone?

Dazai thought casually.

He is not very interested in saving people, after all, he is standing in the dark.And how can a person who commits suicide by drowning save another person who commits suicide by drowning

Well, it's fine if you don't empathize with yourself and hug each other to die for love.

No, the two of them died together, wouldn't it be love?

He didn't want to die in love with a man.

So... let's save people, shall we?

I always feel that if he chooses "not to save", he will regret it.

Although Tangun did not interfere with his decision, he was on the side of kindness.

It's ridiculous, this kind of thing can make the news.

What is "two men committed suicide by diving into the water and met, and the person who entered the water saved the other person who entered the water".

Speaking of which, he especially hates people who prevent him from committing suicide, and he would be hated if he rescued him.

Thinking of this, Dazai threw the man to the river bank and climbed up himself.

His black suit and windbreaker were so heavy that he could hardly stand upright. He stretched out his hand and turned over the person lying on the ground: "I said you..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

The hair of the person lying on the ground is longer than that of ordinary men, his body is so thin that the bones can be seen, and his face is sad and sick.

This face is indeed a familiar face.

"Tangun?" Dazai's hands trembled slightly, and he didn't even dare to touch him.

"cough……"

Until Tangun coughed, Dazai quickly helped him up and coughed up the water for him.

As if sensing his state, Tangun who was put down again shrank himself into a ball and began to tremble.

I'm sick...

Dazai thought.

He casually threw the windbreaker on the river bank, waiting for his subordinates to take it back, while he propped up his own body which also had little strength, and carried Tangun on his back.

"It's so heavy, Tangun." Dazai said coquettishly.

Far lighter than Tangun he thought, so light that even Dazai was confused.

If you find a cat, you have to take it away quickly, otherwise it will be bad if the original owner takes it home.

A cat is not a small cat.

Tangun was not as tall as him, but he was a human being anyway, and he had some weight.

The physically weak Dazai couldn't help but regret why he didn't exercise well before, otherwise he wouldn't have to take two steps to take a rest while carrying the cat.

He found a random hotel, used the reputation of the port mafia to scare people, and asked them to prepare clean clothes for Tangun.

Dazai took all Tangun’s clothes off, just worried that he would get sicker with wet clothes, covered him with a quilt, and dried his hair with a wet towel.

Dazai's own clothes and hair were still wet, but he didn't seem to care, he also lay down on the bed, hugged Tangun tightly, and rubbed his cheek against his.

He has a cat too!

There was a faint knock on the door, as if he was looking for someone but was afraid of disturbing them.

"Sir, here are the clothes you want..." the waiter outside the door said weakly.

As soon as Dazai took the clothes and closed the door, the waiter immediately ran away.

Dazai snorted softly, walked towards the bed with his clothes in his arms.

He put down his clothes and poked the quilt with his hand: "Tangun, I know you're awake."

"Wow!" an exclamation sounded.

Dazai lifted the quilt violently, and what he saw was Tangun's panic-stricken face and trembling body.There were still tears in Tangun's eyes, just now his slight sobbing and trembling body revealed his sober essence.

This reaction was an expression he had never seen on Tangun in his memory.

Although the Tangun in his memory lost almost all his memories, that Tangun was a person who had lived for more than 60 years, with a kind of calmness in his bones.

It was impossible for him to experience something so violent that his body and mind were trembling.

So unfamiliar.

Dazai thought.

He too was getting scared.