Zaizafang

"you're awake."

As soon as Osamu Dazai opened his eyes, he saw a white dumpling observing him above his head, bending over, with hair hanging down.

He was in a daze for a moment, and then realized very quickly that this Baituanzi was a stranger.

"Mr Fyodor."

He squinted his eyes to hook Tuo Si's hair, he didn't know how long he slept, it should be more than 12 hours, the back of his head was swollen and painful, and he felt sick when he moved.

But he still looked okay, covering up all the vulnerable parts when he woke up.When he was delirious, he still knew how to push the unfamiliar Tuosi away, but now he deliberately showed no distance and extremely intimacy.

"Feyya is such a kind person."

Tosi didn't think much of the frivolous Osamu Dazai, so he stretched out his hand to hold his paw, telling him not to move around.

"There is food in the bedside table, Dazai-kun." He put the water aside, "It's really surprising to find you like this."

"Anything can happen. It's a surprise that you picked me up like this."

Osamu Dazai was not interested in the high-calorie but extremely unpalatable compressed food in the cabinet, he propped himself up and leaned against the bed and stared at him.

"Feja."

"Feyja, Fedya."

"Fedya—Fedya—"

It was as if he was chanting a mantra, as if he could pour his own headaches into his voice and then pour it out to others, one on top of the other, chirping fast and slow, very much like some kind of parrot that can only say "Fei Jia".

Doth really had a headache.

A clingy Osamu Dazai.

"what happened?"

"I want to eat something else."

"If you don't mind waiting for hours, Russian takeaways welcome you."

"But I don't even have money...and I don't have a mobile phone." Osamu Dazai raised his hand to grab Tosi's coat, "Fei Jia..."

He almost wrote the words "eat soft rice" on his face.

Tosi had even more headaches:

This is a cat bred by his peers.

Why didn't he know that he himself liked this clingy style?Meowing in the ears all day long, don't you have a headache?

Osamu Dazai's recovery ability is indeed excellent, he was half dead yesterday, but now he has the strength to chatter hoarsely.He picked up the water on the side, cold water, took a sip to moisten his throat, and swallowed it slowly, his dry lips finally had a little blood.

There was an illusion that he really woke up at this moment: "Fei Jia, is your organization in charge?"

Tosi could almost see the dangling tail behind him, and almost sent himself in front of him.

"My requirements are very low, just take care of the food, and I will leave in a short time anyway. Just give me three canned crab meat a day, and Fei Jia can do whatever he wants me to do. Even if you don't trust me, you can let me go." On one side, Fedya...our positions are the same."

"Dazai-kun, but we don't know each other well."

Osamu Dazai curled his lips, shaking his messy hair, his voice was low and hoarse: "I thought Fei Jia could understand me."

Tuo Si was accused for no reason, frowned slightly, and turned to face Zai Zhi, a strange little rabbit in a white suit.He had listened to his peers narrate it before, and he still didn't know this Dazai very well, so it was a bit uncomfortable to face him directly at this time.

He always felt that the other party was playing some kind of conspiracy, his Osamu Dazai ptsd was too deep.

However, it can be felt that this Osamu Dazai seems to be trying very hard to appear defenseless against him, as if he is expecting someone else to do something to end his life.

"I'm going to work now." He put his hands on Osamu Dazai's head, and began to coax the child for the first time in his life, "Please don't make noise, can you be good?"

"Of course." Osamu Dazai smiled.

He watched Tuo Si leave, and the other party did not forget to leave some banknotes on the table, and it seemed that he really didn't intend to take care of him.

What's interesting is that Tuo Si in every world will be very interested in him at first glance - they are probably curious about why they adopted a live Dazai Osamu.

Some would test him when they came up, while others kept watching him. No matter what, he could always get a lot of preferential treatment, so this time Dazai didn't feel that there was anything abnormal about Tosi's treatment of him, so he accepted it calmly.

After confirming that the other party had really left, Dazai Osamu's smile suddenly collapsed, his kite-colored eyes were full of boredom, he drank some water again to make the stagnant blood flow, but he started to feel sick after only half a glass.

He didn't want to eat anything, he didn't want to do anything.

Osamu Dazai twirled his brows and stood up, stumbled out of bed, couldn't help but retched while holding the bedside, and opened the window to dissipate most of the heat in the room, his slightly cold sweating forehead was instantly blown cold by the cold wind.

Love to die every day.

The world seems like most boring worlds.Tosi is obsessed with his career, and his peers are probably still fighting against Tosi in Japan.

He lay down by the window and looked down, his eyelids were heavy, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

……

"drop--"

Suddenly, the communicator placed in the corner rang.Osamu Dazai stood there for a while, slowly closed the window, and dragged his already chilled body back.

You don't need to guess to know that it was the message from Tuosi.

【If Dazai-kun is free, you can visit Yokohama, this world is very interesting. 】

He rubbed his frozen fingers and replied one.

【Okay, I can do whatever Fei Jia wants me to do. 】

……

"When did you put the communicator on?" Tosi looked at Fyodor with some headaches. The other party turned up the heat very high and dozed off in front of the fireplace.

But Dosi knew that he was not asleep, so he contacted Osamu Dazai, but he didn't know what he said.

"Not long ago." Fyodor put down the things in his hand, pulled the blanket covering his body to change the subject, "Let's talk about the inability to have supernatural powers."

"About the feasibility of eliminating superhuman abilities on a large scale."

The author has something to say:

It doesn't look like blood at all. Damn, I've run out of blood factors.

What this looks like is a flashback, but in fact, there is no outline at all, and I am writing on my own.