The daily life of black Shizai and Buteizai after the interpenetration

22-year-old Chuya Nakahara——

Zhong Yuanzhong was also very strange. They had just returned from the Armed Detective Agency, why did these "big detectives" run to his door?

Oh yes, that 18 year old Osamu Dazai borrowed their car.

"You don't move yet."

Osamu Dazai said.

Nakahara Nakaya turned back to look at Osamu Dazai, Osamu Dazai was looking at him, as if he didn't care who was at the door at all.Osamu Dazai smiled at him, then got out of the car.The black umbrella was opened, and "patapata" took two steps. The man walked around to the side and opened the car door, and then held an umbrella for Zhongyuan Zhongya, and said with a smile: "Pay attention to sun protection, don't always trouble the god of death with shaved ice."

"Aren't you also a god of death?" Zhong Yuan raised his head and stared.

"It's not just for you." Osamu Dazai "pleased" Nakahara Chuya to get off the car. His gesture was very gentlemanly, but Nakahara Chuya didn't like this.

After getting out of the car slowly, Nakahara Nakaya quickly walked to the shadow in front of the door following Osamu Dazai's umbrella.Then he went to see Atsushi Nakajima: "Why are you here? Are you not working today?"

"I'm a little worried, Mr. Chuya."

Atsushi Nakajima's eyes are full of sincerity, and Zhongyuan Zhong also feels Atsushi Nakajima's concern.

"Come to pick up the car."

Kunikida Doppo who was leaning against the wall pushed his glasses and said.

"Observe your life behavior."

Yosano Akiko was just short of pulling out a scalpel.

"Come and feed Mr. Chuya a cow!"

Kenji Miyazawa enthusiastically lifted the raw meat with one hand and cooked meat with the other, and said.

"Ah."

In the end, Ryunosuke Akutagawa said "hmm" as a conclusion.

"..." The veins on Zhongye's forehead twitched: "Thank you so much."

"You're welcome."

Kunikida Walking Trail.

Nakahara Nakaya suddenly felt sad, leaving a 22-year-old Dazai Osamu, and he could finally be quiet for a few days, but he didn't expect that the entire armed detective agency was still torturing him.

It really is the devil among devils.

The head was pressed, and it was Dazai Osamu who walked past him. While taking out the house key, the guy threw the car key to Kunikida Doppo and said, "I haven't had time to blow up the car yet."

"..."

After finishing speaking, Osamu Dazai opened the door as if he was the master of the house.

"Hey! This seems to be my house?!" When Nakahara Chuya wanted to understand this, Osamu Dazai had already put the key back, as if he didn't care about it at all, so he exploded.

"What's so stupid?"

Osamu Dazai turned his head and said to him:

"go home quickly."

But Zhong Yuanzhong also suddenly felt that...the home is not empty.

18-year-old Chuya Nakahara——

Nakahara Chuya sat around the table with the three magicians, to be precise, the three magicians sat around him.

After all, there has never been an undead who can eat, drink, and hold chopsticks.

However, Nakahara Chuya didn't care whether someone regarded him as a monkey in the zoo at this time, because his attention was completely on Osamu Dazai——

The 22-year-old Osamu Dazai is cooking in an apron.

He doesn't want to be poisoned!

Although he is dead.

In fact, Osamu Dazai had been preparing for a long time, and the action was like anatomy, not cooking at all.The back figure has been busy for many hours, and he doesn't know what he is doing. Even if he kills a curse spirit now, he should have finished killing it long ago, right?

But I didn't expect that Osamu Dazai's craftsmanship is not bad, at least... edible.

But that wasn't for him.

He watched as Osamu Dazai came to see the good tempura, but the man slapped his chopsticks off and said, "This is not what you should eat."

He watched Dazai Osamu bring a plate of very fragrant chicken nanban, but he still refused to eat it. Not only that, this guy even picked up the chopsticks to taste a piece himself, and then smiled at Fu Heihui: "Well, I The workmanship is not bad~”

"..."

Megumi Fukuro and Yuzuki Yuhito looked at each other, and they couldn't help sighing, they would probably see Osamu Dazai being beaten into tempura by Chuya Nakahara after a while.

"Hey! What are you doing?!" Nakahara Chuya wanted to say: This is my home!

But Osamu Dazai turned around again, and when he came back, he was holding a plate of raw vegetables.

"Snapped!"

Osamu Dazai knocked the plate of raw vegetables in front of Nakahara Nakaya, then shook his upper body like a carp streamer and said, "Eat it ~ Xiao Zhongya."

"..."

Nakahara Chuya opened his mouth halfway, and the shape of his mouth became a cute and delicate little "o". After licking his teeth, he slowly raised his head to look at Osamu Dazai, his blue eyes were full of inquiries.

"Yes, that's right, let's eat."

Osamu Dazai raised his hand, scratched Nakahara Chuya's hair with his palm, and almost said, "Good boy."

It's like feeding a dog!

Nakahara also wanted to scratch Osamu Dazai to death.

However, without waiting for him to do anything, Osamu Dazai used a fork to pick up the lettuce and stuffed it into his mouth. There was not even the most basic salad and sauce!

"Do you want to die?!" Zhongye bulged his cheeks, slapped the table and shouted indistinctly, "If you deliberately trick me, just say it!"

"Uh..." Yuzu Yujin quickly poured a glass of water for Zhongyuan Zhongya, and comforted him: "Mr. Chuya, the undead cannot be angry."

"Undead can't eat heat, it will hurt the body, Ah Yi said."

I saw that Osamu Dazai suddenly bent down, he reached out and grabbed Nakahara Chuya's hair, his eyes suddenly glistened with tears, it was very hypocritical at first glance.because he said:

"Normally, ghosts can't eat. It's great that Xiaozhong can eat vegetables. Come on, laugh~"

Then, with a "bang", Chuya punched Osamu Dazai in the face.

22-year-old Chuya Nakahara——

Nakahara Chuya is 22 years old, but he hasn't taken care of himself much. He used to live a casual life, but now he is rich and doesn't have to cook by himself every day.

So it won't be the case now.

At this moment, people from the Armed Detective Agency are busy in the kitchen with 18-year-old Osamu Dazai, but this 18-year-old Dazai will not do it himself.He kept pointing with his hips beside him, like a leader.

Probably if Mori Ogai knew that this was the return of the 18-year-old Osamu Dazai, he would definitely feel a chill down his spine.

"Come on, try this first."

Atsushi Nakajima suddenly brought a bowl of udon noodles, which was placed in front of Nakahara Nakaya, and it smelled delicious.

"Um……"

It has to be said that Nakahara was also moved by Atsushi Nakajima's gaze, and someone had treated him so well before, but he lost that time.

Thinking about it, Chuya said "thank you" and said "I'm going to start", then grabbed his chopsticks and started eating.

Everyone slowly gathered around, and Osamu Dazai walked up to Nakahara Nakaya and sat down, even patted him on the back and said:

"Eat slowly."

The noodles were delicious and served warm.

Zhong Yuanzhong also felt warm all over.

Suddenly, I remembered some memories, and every time I ate noodles, I could think of the time when Shuanghei worked together.But... now he thought of the night he met the 18-year-old Dazai Osamu.

He suddenly felt that he had everything.

Friends: Members of the organization, and everyone in the Armed Detective Agency; relatives: 22-year-old Osamu Dazai, although he doesn't want to admit it; lover... Chuya Nakahara turned his head to look at 18 Dazai, and suddenly met his eyes, Chuya Nakahara Immediately withdrew his gaze and took a big mouthful of noodle soup.

However, just as he drank the soup, when the warmth rolled down his throat, Zhong Yuanzhong also suddenly put down the bowl, and he felt unbearable pain in his stomach, like a heat wave.

"Mr. Chuya, what's wrong with you?"

Atsushi Nakajima was a little flustered, and the others also lost color.

"Chung Ye?"

Osamu Dazai held the back of his hand with a disturbed voice.

After that, Chuya Nakahara pushed Osamu Dazai away, and he hurriedly stood up and ran towards the faucet. After a heart-piercing cough, Chuya Nakahara spit out all the noodles he had just eaten.

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The author has something to say:

【small theater:】

18 Zhongye: ...Fortunately, I didn't eat hot food.

22 Dazai: You can secretly thank me~

18 Zhongye: Then I’d better eat something hot.

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18 Dazai: Chuya, how are you?

22 Zhong Ye: It’s okay, it’s just a waste of noodles.

18 Dazai: Don't even think about meeting at this time.

22 Chuya: Then what do I think?

18 Dazai playing handsome: miss me.

22 Zhongye: Vomit——