After becoming a blood clan, he did everything possible to seek death

10 minutes have passed.

There were two cups of steaming coffee on the table, and the slight sound of water stains came from the side of the bar, and at the same time, there was a strong smell of curry.

This is a serious coffee shop, even the signboard is printed with cartoon coffee cup graphics drawn by the owner himself, but for some reason-mainly because of the demand of some customers upstairs in the coffee shop-the curry in this shop is actually It sells better than coffee.

Not long ago, there was a food news in the coffee shop, and the theme was "Delicious Curry Hidden in Fragrant Coffee".

In those few days, there was a long, long line outside the coffee shop, and all the customers came to eat curry.

The boss sighed for a long time because of this, and the customers didn't appreciate the coffee beans he selected thousands of times and the grinding skills accumulated over the years.

It seems to be a bit far away.

Ozzy looked back with difficulty, and after realizing that the person opposite was still focusing all his eyes on him, he lowered his head awkwardly and drank a big mouthful of coffee.

A bitter taste came from the throat.

"Cough, cough, cough—"

"Drink slowly."

The person on the opposite side took out a handkerchief, stretched it out in front of Oz, and wiped off the brown liquid left at the corner of his mouth.

The bright sunlight outside the window fell on Ozzy and the person opposite, casting a hazy halo on their cheeks.

The business in the cafe was not so good, there were a few customers sitting scattered in different corners, whispering something.

When they found that the person opposite Oz moved so naturally and skillfully, the guests all gasped in unison.

"hiss--"

There are also some crisp sounds mixed in.

Probably the cup fell on the table.thought Oz.

There was an extra sugar cube in front of him, and with his own one, there were two in total.

The slender fingers picked up the sugar, and the light sugar cubes fell into the coffee, stirring up a layer of water.

And then the second grain——

And a little glass of sweet milk—

Standard Dazai-style coffee drinking.

Osamu Dazai sat across from Ozzy, propped his face in one hand, and stirred Ozzy's coffee cup with a small spoon in the other.

He has always maintained a smile, and the upward curve of his mouth is gentle and beautiful. It is definitely the kind that can fascinate thousands of women. It is not too much to describe it as flawless.

The exposed wrist was still wrapped with a layer of bandages, not only the wrist, but Dazai's neck was also wrapped in a circle within the range of vision, looking like a seriously injured person.

And on that wrist, hung a string of dangling bracelets.

Oz was so engrossed that he didn't realize what was happening when Osamu Dazai laughed.

Osamu Dazai raised his hand and let the bracelet dangle in front of Oz.

"Does it look good?"

Ozzy's heart skipped a beat, and he woke up instantly.

Dazai stared straight at him, still with that gentle smile, but it gave Oz a strange feeling for no reason—the question Dazai asked didn't seem to be the one he understood.

These eyes are too deep, like beautiful gems brewed after a long time.

Oz looked back in embarrassment, kicked Dazai's shoes under the table, and motioned him to restrain himself, "They are all watching!"

The size of the cafe is not large, but the tables are not compact.And in such a comfortable environment, Ozzy only felt that the air he could breathe was being squeezed by those sights.

Osamu Dazai withdrew his hand, raised his eyebrows and drank coffee in one go, pretending to be mysterious and looking around, then lowered his voice: "Don't worry."

Seeing Ozzy stop his back unconsciously because of his nervousness, the smile in Osamu Dazai's eyes finally became more real.

They were only separated from the next table by a fence and a large potted plant, and a white-haired guy who didn't realize he had been spotted was poking his head in Oz's direction.

Until he and Oz looked at each other unexpectedly, one embarrassed, one panicked, and avoided at the same time.

"They didn't mean any harm." Dazai seemed amused by this scene, but he just smiled presumptuously for two seconds, and restrained his smile in a very measured manner, so as not to make Oz feel more embarrassed, "That was my new colleague just now, Kind of silly, but a nice guy."

In the coffee shop, it was not just the teenager who stared awkwardly at Ozzy, Ozzy thought, there were also several other customers whose hidden eyes often fell on him.

Even the owner of the shop glanced at him several times while grinding the coffee beans.

In fact, when he was picked up from the water, Ozzy didn't recognize the person in front of him for a while. The voice he could hear was sometimes clear and sometimes blurred. The light was so dazzling that Ozzy just wanted to shed tears.

It's a pity that the blood race doesn't shed tears.

He lay flat on the ground and coughed a few times in pain, the light in front of his eyes was blocked by the man who pulled him out of the water.

A caring and kind person who just talks like a hooligan.

Ozzy has a fleeting impression of the people around him.

Later, this impression was quickly broken.

He felt his hands being held up, with a slightly cool touch, probably a kind-hearted person checking his hands for wounds——

Oz thought in a daze.

"Ah, it looks brand new."

boom--

Like a thunderbolt, Ozzy woke up suddenly, realizing that the good man was evaluating his ring.

There are also scum among humans who like to occupy other people's property.

"Don't touch! It's me—"

Ozzy struggled to get up from the ground with all his strength, and the moment he withdrew his hand, he saw the face of the person in front of him clearly.

Her jet-black hair fell limply on her forehead, and her whole body was wet. She looked extremely embarrassed, but her eyes were radiant.

With just one glance, Oz could recognize that the person in front of him was Dazai.

Osamu Dazai took off the bandages on his eyes, and was staring at the ring on his fingertips with eyes that Ozzy couldn't understand.

"My communicator rang, and I thought it was broken, but I ran over to see that you are really here."

"Dazai."

"How did he fall into the river? Has Ozzy started learning how to kill himself?"

"Dazai!"

Oz stopped Dazai's rambling in a low voice, and held Dazai's cold and imperceptibly trembling hand with his backhand.

"You, don't—"

Oz couldn't find a good adjective. Dazai's emotions seemed too contradictory, like joy and sadness, but why did these two emotions erupt at the same time?

he does not know.

But he thought maybe Dazai needed a hug from himself.So Oz opened his arms.

In the next second, the tip of Ozzy's nose was filled with the smell of Dazai.

"So it's about this time."

"Great."

He felt Dazai's hand covering his neck, so hard that it made him feel a vague pain.

It's as if you want to rub your whole body into your blood.

"Am I like an elder who comes to inspect a child's company?"

Oz was a little apprehensive.He heard a happy thing from Dazai——Dazai changed jobs, and Mori Ogai agreed to his resignation, so now he has a brand new working environment and colleagues.

It's a completely different job than the port mafia.

The place where Dazai Osamu works is called the Armed Detective Agency. Ozzy thought it was a private detective agency, just like the work that Oda Saku did at the beginning, looking for lost children for the boss who paid the money, or helping poor women Man collects evidence of husband's infidelity.

Unexpectedly, their work was much more complicated than imagined.

"There have been five or six cases of missing cats this month."

That's what Dazai complained.

But Oz was happy.

He felt his feet kicked back by Dazai twice.

Then, there was a feeling of something sliding on his calf.

Oz was puzzled, and heard coughing sounds from different corners of the store, and everyone happened to choke on the coffee together.

On the opposite side, Dazai finally couldn't help laughing and lay down on the table.

"No, you're not like an elder."

"Like a little fool who was tricked by a bad guy."

Dazai’s unfounded accusation was finally punished by Ozzy—that smooth short hair hadn’t been so messed up for a long time, but then the soft-hearted Ozzy sat next to Dazai to help the coquettish guy tidy up Grooming.

Dazai's changes are huge, such as bandages, aura, and height.

He was already a little taller than Ozzy.

Ozzy pushed down the hair on top of Dazai's head in retaliation, and began to seriously consider whether he should wear a ponytail, at least to look a little taller than Dazai.

Dazai, who is a few years older, has a somewhat harmless temperament than before. He exposed his neck in front of Ozzy without warning, which is the same as before. His fair face, eyelashes Slender, trembling slightly.

Ozzy was attracted by the eyes looking at him.

He reached out his hand hesitantly, and was caught by the owner of the eyes, and his palm was pressed against the side of that person's face.

Those eyes made him feel—

"Dazai, are you hungry?"

Dazai blinked, smiled and led Ozzy's hand to slide over his face: "Well, a little bit."

"Curry will be ready soon." Oz whispered, pretending to inadvertently rubbed the corner of Dazai's eyes with his fingertips, and then relaxed his strength contentedly.

There was a tingling sensation from the fingertips, as if it had been kneaded until it was congested, showing an unnatural redness and heat.

"Dazai, you have grown taller."

"Well, it has grown a lot taller, and it has surpassed Ozzy's height."

"No, it's obviously a little bit worse."

"Don't Oz want me to be taller than you?"

"Ahem, not this one either."

The two sat side by side, and Ozzy's hand was placed on Dazai's lap as a toy.Under the table, Dazai was playing with great interest.

Ozzy's legs curled up, gradually relaxed under Dazai's collision, and finally stuck together intimately.

He could feel that Dazai was trying to fit him into this timeline.

"Apart from height? Is there any other difference?" Dazai continued to ask, while Ozzy fell silent, "Could it be that you didn't find anything other than this?"

"What about here? And here."

Dazai pointed to his eyes and squeezed his arms.

In addition to these, there are actually.

Oz found out.

For example, he no longer has a smell similar to his own.

There is no sign of the blood clan around Dazai.

Ozzy just laughed, happy but not too happy: "Yeah, Dazai has grown up too."