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"Why did you come back?"

"because……"

Hearing Dazai Osamu's question, Tsukishiro Reiji inevitably recalled what happened today, recalling what Matsuda Jinpei suffered.

If he didn't understand the organization, would he be disqualified from talking to Kuroda Bei?The old Yamazaki will easily win the case.

Reiji Tsukishiro always knew that the world was never fair, but when the privilege was nakedly exposed, it was like a cold flame burning in his chest. He felt angry, but he could only let the sense of powerlessness surge up to surround him.

The person in his arms fell silent, and Osamu Dazai smelled confusion and melancholy from the young man.

In rare cases, the stars got lost and fell to the ground to collect dust and become dirty.

But not for myself, but for others.

In the darkness, Osamu Dazai kissed his silver hair, but restrained the gentleness in his eyes, the pupils looked cold and inorganic.

"What's the matter?" His lowered voice was a little hoarse, but it was just right to pretend to be gentle.

Osamu Dazai loosened the restraint on Reiji Tsukishiro and changed into a more relaxed posture.

A strand of his silver hair was wrapped around his fingers, and he played with it between his fingers.

"It's nothing..." Reiji Tsukishiro resisted a little, and didn't want to pass on his temporary negative emotions to Osamu Dazai.

"En." Osamu Dazai responded vaguely, didn't ask further, just sat quietly with him.

In the silent and dark space, Tsukishiro Reiji felt Dazai Osamu's chest vibrate slightly, and he heard the other person's shallow breathing.

A few days ago, it was also Osamu Dazai who rescued him from the cramped and dead oak barrel.

"I just suddenly realized..." Reiji Tsukishiro unconsciously leaned towards Osamu Dazai, "I may not be able to change anything."

Sounds a little hypocritical, he thought.

Heat welled up on his face, and his fingers curled slightly inward.

Tsukishiro Reiji's unconscious movements locked him completely into Dazai Osamu's arms, but the other party didn't seem to notice this.

Osamu Dazai read his body language—he was silently asking for help, to himself.

This made Dazai very happy.

Under the cover of the night, Osamu Dazai lowered his eyes and stared at the person in his arms. The darkness in his eyes was so thick that it overflowed, wrapping the prey who put down his guard in it.

Different from the gloomy eyes, is Osamu Dazai's peaceful voice, "We can't change anything."

Osamu Dazai doesn't like to whitewash the peace and give the ugliness a candy coat.

Having seen darkness but still being pure white, that's why he couldn't give up on Reiji Tsukishiro.

Tsukishiro Reiji didn't expect to be appeased, but Dazai Osamu's straightforward pessimism did comfort him.

"You're right." He said softly.

The gloom in his heart suddenly dissipated, Yuecheng Reiji told him what happened today: "I made a deal with the Metropolitan Police Department to help them find the list of organizations."

Although Tsukishiro Reiji didn't say it clearly, Osamu Dazai knew the purpose of this transaction, for Matsuda Jinpei.

"Any clues?" Osamu Dazai followed his words and added, "I have no place to live."

"Then Dazai can live with me." Tsukishiro Reiji replied without thinking.

"There is no clue yet, but I have a hunch that the list is in the USB flash drive. Does Dazai know Kaito Kidd? He gave me the USB flash drive in England..."

Tsukishiro Reiji told him about Kuroba Bandit, but he didn't even tell Kuroda Hei, so apart from himself, Dazai Osamu was the second person who knew about Kuroba Bandit's relationship with the Black Organization.

Osamu Dazai rested his chin on his shoulder, and the hand that was covering his eyes slipped silently to his Adam's apple.

The vibration of the vocal cords was transmitted to Dazai Osamu's fingertips, bringing a tingling sensation.

Give attention to others, don't like it.

Still talking about Matsuda, I don't want to hear it.

Osamu Dazai seemed to see his constantly opening and closing lips——

want to kiss.

"I asked Tianshan Hanana to try to crack... Dazai!" Tsukishiro Reiji exclaimed.

The ear was bitten lightly, and the wet breath was blown into the ear, which raised the itch.

Osamu Dazai repeatedly ravaged a small piece of skin behind his ear, groping and pressing a small Adam's apple with his fingers.

Feeling his evasive movement, Osamu Dazai couldn't help clasping his neck.

"do not……"

Tsukishiro Reiji's ears were red, he got up hastily, pushed away Dazai Osamu's hand but was caught instead, his fingers were separated from the base of the fingers, inserted, and the fingers were intertwined.

Osamu Dazai sat up following his movements, raised his hand and kissed his knuckles, hugged him tighter, his breath sounded sticky and hit Tsukishiro Reiji's ear——

"I'm sick..." I wanted to kiss again.

The air is hot.

Tsukishiro Reiji suddenly understood what he meant.

No, no, probably not what he thought...

Tsukishiro Reiji felt that he was being passionate, but he still panicked because of the flashing images in his mind, and his ears were bleeding red.

"You said you were cured." Tsukishiro Reiji repeated what Dazai Osamu said before.

It recovers for a while and then relapses. Is there a switch for this disease?

"Hmm...Okay." Knowing that he could no longer tease him, Osamu Dazai regretfully agreed, and then bit his earlobe.

Then I can only feel wronged and take a sip of the antidote first.

There was a tingling sensation in his ears, and Reiji Tsukishiro completely forgot about the list.

In a hurry to save himself from Osamu Dazai, he ran into the study without looking back, almost tripping over the carpet.

The apartment is small with only one bed.

No matter how long Reiji Tsukishiro dawdled, he still had to know how to sleep in bed.

And he had just agreed to take in Osamu Dazai, and he couldn't drive him out.

When looking for the futon, Tsukishiro Reiji's face was still burning.

His mind is full of Dazai Osamu's phrase "sick"...

Angrily stuffing the pillow and quilt into Osamu Dazai's hands, "You make the floor."

"Okay." Osamu Dazai responded, as if he knew he had done something wrong, so he was rarely obedient.

The quilt was laid by Osamu Dazai himself, and it was crumpled; the bandages were also wound by Osamu Dazai himself, and it was a mess.

Tsukishiro Reiji pretended not to see it.

At night, Osamu Dazai tossed and turned curled up in bed, making restrained rustling noises.

The small voice pierced into Reiji Tsukishiro's ears, he endured it again and again, when Osamu Dazai turned around for the fifth time, he couldn't help it anymore, he opened his eyes and saw a dark shadow, huddling pitifully on the ground.

Tsukishiro Reiji suddenly lifted the quilt and sat up.

With his bare feet on the wooden floor, he picked up Osamu Dazai's quilt and threw it on the bed.

"On the bed." Regardless of Dazai Osamu's surprise, Tsukishiro Reiji said angrily.

He turned around and was about to go to the living room to pour a glass of water to calm down, but suddenly he heard a chuckle, and then his ankle was held by a cold hand.

The fingers dexterously outline the posterior tibial artery on the inner side of the ankle and meander down.

In an instant, the senses of the whole body were concentrated on the ankle, and the itching spread from that piece of skin, climbing up to Reiji Tsukishiro's back.

"Tai, Dazai, what's wrong..." Tsukishiro Reiji unconsciously held his breath.

He couldn't hear his trembling end, but Osamu Dazai could hear it clearly.

The tails of his eyes were slightly hooked, and Dazai Osamu's complexion remained unchanged, but the heat burned from the touch of skin touched by his fingertips, and it ignited as soon as he touched it, and it became more and more prairie fire.

No response, Tsukishiro Reiji was the first to admit defeat. He bent down, groped for Dazai Osamu's hand, clasped it, and pulled it away from his ankle.

"Is there any ice water?" Osamu Dazai said hoarsely.

Reluctantly let go.

"I'll get it." Yuecheng Reiji ran away in despair.

The light in the living room was turned on, and the light shone on his ankles, and the marks scratched by his nails were slightly red.

Osamu Dazai stared at the red mark for a while, then slowly got into Reiji Tsukishiro's quilt, and wrapped himself up.

When Reiji Tsukijo came back, he saw Osamu Dazai curled up in his quilt, curled up in a corner of the bed like a silkworm baby.

...Obviously he also has a quilt, so he insisted on robbing him.

Tsukishiro Reiji didn't understand, and handed over the water glass.

This time, he finally fell asleep peacefully.

When he woke up, Osamu Dazai did not disappear, but slept soundly on the bed.

On the contrary, Tsukishiro Reiji found that he really didn't sleep well, so he rolled into Dazai Osamu's arms again.

Creeping out, Tsukishiro Rei quietly got out of bed.

When he finished washing and went to school, Osamu Dazai was still lying on the bed and refused to get up.

"Be careful on the road."

Before going out, he heard Osamu Dazai's sleepy voice.

Are you not asleep?

Reiji Tsukishiro looked back in surprise, and saw Osamu Dazai leaning on the bedroom door frame, waving at him weakly, as if he was about to fall down in a second.

Tsukishiro Reiji couldn't help but roll his eyes, "See you after school."

Hearing his words, a smile flashed in Dazai Osamu's eyes.

Yawning and returning to the room, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a day specially circled in red pen on the calendar—the date when Matsuda Jinhei was transferred to the well.

It means that that day, Tsukishiro Reiji can finally meet the person he misses so much.

Osamu Dazai pouted, picked up his cell phone and made a call.

Keio University.

"Next month, we will go to the United States with the Ministry of Medicine for a phased exchange of research groups."

Before school was over, the tutor called Tsukishiro Reiji to stop him.

"Medical Department?" Tsukishiro Reiji remembered that Koharuhiwa was researching anti-aging substances.

Progress so soon?

But it may be his winery ptsd. When he hears anti-aging, he can't help but think of immortality.

"Okay." Tossing away these strange thoughts, Reiji Tsukishiro replied to Teacher Xiaochun.

When he got home and opened the door, he saw a table full of dishes.

Tsukishiro Reiji's face was shocked, his expression was no less than seeing a person with limbs not working hard suddenly full marks on his side.

"Dazai...you ordered takeaway?"

If he remembered correctly, Dazai never brought a wallet, so he was ready to support another person.

Osamu Dazai looked at him dissatisfied, "Can't I do it myself? It's the crane that repays the favor."

"...Then I will definitely not peek at your weaving." Tsukishiro Reiji put down his bag.

When washing the dishes, Osamu Dazai didn't know what was going on, so he insisted on coming over to help.

"People who cook don't need to wash dishes," said Tsukishiro Reiji.

Osamu Dazai was hesitant and refused to leave, and he was unwilling to take a good bath. He said he was helping rather than making trouble, and in the end the water splashed Tsukishiro Reiji all over.

After wiping his face, Reiji Tsukishiro felt tired.

Why did Osamu Dazai lose his temper out of nowhere?

He knew in his heart that Osamu Dazai's oblique behavior represented emotions, and some nonsensical actions might be the reason why the other party was unhappy.

But to wash a bowl and wash an extra body of clothes, Tsukishiro Reiji himself was very angry, and he couldn't say anything serious to Dazai Osamu, so he had to sulk all by himself.

"Reiji—" Osamu Dazai called out with a drawn out tone, but got no response.

There was only Tsukishiro Reiji's own cup of water, not Osamu Dazai's.

"... Temper." Osamu Dazai snorted softly, and lazily turned over on the sofa.

See the file soon.He pushed back the little bit of guilty conscience in his heart.

After checking the format of the group assignment, Reiji Tsukishiro found a piece of paper under the table, and he took it out.

"Visiting hours are from [-] am to..." The document was stamped with an official seal.

He stood up abruptly and ran to the living room.

"Dazai." Osamu Dazai buried his face in the pillow, only the back of his head was exposed, Reiji Tsukishiro didn't know what to say for a while, and called out in a daze.

"Hmph," ok, I'm so happy to see Matsuda.

Osamu Dazai pretended not to hear.

"I..." Tsukishiro Reiji suddenly remembered, how did Dazai do something that Kuroda Hei couldn't do?

"If it will bring trouble to Dazai..." he said hesitantly.

"Such a trivial matter, no." Osamu Dazai turned to look at him.

It's just a matter of saying hello to the Supernatural Secret Service Division.

There may be various powers in the Metropolitan Police Department, and it is not easy to operate, but the Supernatural Secret Service Division supervises supernatural powers after all, and sometimes the farming chief is still very useful.

Tsukishiro Reiji leaned over to hug him, "Thank you Dazai."

He shouldn't have lost his temper with Dazai.

Osamu Dazai pressed down on the back of his furry head, running his fingers through the silver hair.

Guilt is like wine, it will become more and more profound with the fermentation of time, he does not want to see the situation where Matsuda Jinpei becomes more and more important in Tsukishiro Reiji's heart.

Looking at Reiji Iratsukishiro's apologetic pupils, Osamu Dazai suppressed the hidden darkness in his eyes.

Guilt transfer.

Now, there is only myself in these eyes.