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"We won't break up."

——Tsukishiro Reiji's voice mixed with a slight electric sound, crossed Tokyo, and rang in Dazai Osamu's ears.

His heart skipped a beat, and he took off the invisible earphones in his cochlea.

There is a monitoring program in the phone, which was put in a long time ago. He didn't want to use it at first, at least it was not used to monitor Reiji Tsukishiro.

It's just...he was uneasy after all.

Not because of something specific, but Dazai Osamu's instinct, like tentacles crawling all over the nerve endings, spread all over the depths of the soul, driven, he activated the monitoring program.

At this time, Dazai Osamu held the earphone tightly in his hand until his palm was stuck in pain.

He suddenly smiled.

Laugh at yourself for still being the meanest one.

But so what.

The windows were lowered, and the cross wind blew in.

Slap, a small invisible earphone hit the asphalt road, bounced a few times out of force, and was crushed to pieces by the car behind it.

Even though he is dirty and despicable, his lovers always run towards him unswervingly.

That's enough.

The car galloped all the way from Tokyo back to Yokohama, and finally stopped at the gate of the landmark building.

"Dazai-kun." Mori Ogai sat behind the large desk, clasped his fingers and pressed them to his mouth.

Osamu Dazai's arrival was unexpected, but it cannot be said that he was completely unexpected.

After all, the biggest barrier between him and Dazai Osamu - Tsukishiro Reiji, is not dead, which means that the barrier between the two is not that deep.

"I don't think Dazai-kun was dumped." Mori Ogai's lips curled slightly.

He knows his disciples very well, like?Osamu Dazai doesn't have that kind of thing, it's more like a child's possessiveness that needs to be corrected.

It's a pity that Mori Ogai will only let this kind of harmless little problem go.

"I said, the port mafia is your destination." Mori Ogai's determined tone drew a chuckle from Osamu Dazai.

He blinked in astonishment, Osamu Dazai was indeed smiling.It was completely stretched out, a relaxed smile.

"It's a pity, we won't break up." Osamu Dazai shrugged his shoulders, "Delusion is a disease, I suggest that Mr. Mori seek medical attention early."

The smile on the corner of Mori Ogai froze, it was different from the Osamu Dazai he remembered.

"Then why did Dazai-kun come to the port mafia today?" He couldn't think of a more suitable reason.

Osamu Dazai stared fixedly at the clever Mori Ogai, raised his eyebrows and said, "Debt collection."

"?" Mori Ogai suspected that he had heard wrong.

Osamu Dazai began to dig up old accounts, "Strictly speaking, there are at least two-thirds of my unpaid wages. Before Mr. Mori joined the port mafia, he never paid wages. I am considered a free child laborer? Then I will settle it together today." .”

Mori Ogai's eyes changed again and again, his face was very exciting.

What Osamu Dazai said is correct, the other party really doesn't care about salary, after the monthly money is transferred to the card, the wallet and card are either lost or lost on the way.

In the end, Osamu Dazai either took Nakahara Chuya's card or went to the finance department to withdraw it at will. No one took the salary paid into the card on time seriously.

When he defected, Mori Ogai didn't intend to be an individual, so he froze Osamu Dazai's card neatly.

But he never thought that Osamu Dazai would come back to ask for his salary one day? ? !

From this point of view, the term debt collection is extremely precise, and it is indeed not wrong.

Here lies the problem. Although Osamu Dazai did not receive his salary, he used the port mafia or Mori Ogai to make things easier for him.

If he settles the accounts and pays according to what Osamu Dazai said, it means he will suffer a little loss.

Mori Ogai wanted to haggle over every detail, but exchanged a little money for an easing of his position with Osamu Dazai—he still had a clear account of this.

Thoughts swirled, Mori Ogai quickly made a decision: "I will ask the finance department to transfer part of it to your account first."

Osamu Dazai was not surprised by this result. He walked over to pick up Mori Ogai's quill, opened a document and wrote down Reiji Tsukishiro's private bank card number: "Call it into this card."

Mori Ogai glanced at him, paused, and glanced at him inexplicably.

"This is not the only thing Mr. Mori didn't expect." Osamu Dazai snorted softly.

"For example?" Mori Ogai asked curiously.

Is there anything more unexpected than the fact that Osamu Dazai took heart?

"I'm considering getting a Chinese teacher qualification certificate." Osamu Dazai said seriously.

Mori Ogai choked for a moment, who is Osamu Dazai going to teach, junior high school students?College Students?unimaginable.

He struggled to maintain a polite response: "It's as long as Dazai-kun is happy."

Appreciating Mori Ogai's extraordinarily brilliant expression, Osamu Dazai left the Port Mafia without looking back, and no matter who saw him along the way, his expression was as if he had seen a ghost.

Dazai was in a good mood.

He couldn't wait to get back to Tokyo, back home.

What would Tsukishiro Reiji like?Apologize for a surprise?Osamu Dazai hummed an out-of-tune tune, even softening the nasty cold wind, blowing his windbreaker flutteringly.

At three o'clock in the morning, the lights in the room were not on.

Osamu Dazai guessed it, but he was still a little disappointed.

After all, when Reiji Tsukishiro said he was angry, if there were no accidents, it would be real anger, the kind that should be coaxed back.

The door was opened, the curtains were not drawn, and the living room was extremely dark.

Stepping in from the bright light suddenly, even Osamu Dazai couldn't see the living room clearly.

When he arrived at the door, he had no intention of turning on the light.

The windbreaker and shirt were covered with heavy dew and cold air, Osamu Dazai took off the windbreaker and threw it on the ground, and then spread the scarf.

"Dazai." Suddenly, a very familiar voice sounded.

Osamu Dazai froze, maybe because he was too familiar with Tsukishiro Reiji's breathing and existence, or maybe because he was too excited tonight, he didn't even notice the other party's existence for a while.

The scarf was half undone, Osamu Dazai let it go, glanced at the sprawling windbreaker on the floor from the corner of his eye, and picked it up with a guilty conscience.

"You're back……"

As if forgetting that the two had quarreled during the day, Tsukishiro Reiji asked naturally, "Where did Dazai go?"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Dazai Osamu recognized his slightly disordered breathing, and frowned slightly, Tsukishiro Reiji's state seemed to be not quite right.

Although Reiji Tsukishiro doesn't mind a lot of things, but when he gets awkward, he is really like a child. He always goes through the anger-coaxing process regularly, how could he suddenly skip it.

"Yokohama." Osamu Dazai casually put the windbreaker on the back of the sofa, his eyes gradually began to adapt to the darkness, and he could see the rough silhouette of Tsukishiro Reiji.

Seeing Dazai Osamu's scarf hanging loosely around his neckline, Tsukishiro Reiji stood up amused.

"How did you get on my card?" He leaned closer, raised his head slightly, and pulled off the loose scarf for him.

The collar of the shirt was undone by two buttons and drooped down, revealing a small piece of bandage wrapped around Dazai Osamu's collarbone.

"You guessed it?" A smile flashed in Osamu Dazai's eyes, he brushed away his slightly messy silver hair with his fingertips, his eyes adapted to the darkness dimly saw the pupils close at hand.

Dazai Osamu's fingertips were icy and cool, and when they slid across Tsukishiro Reiji's skin, they shuddered.

Faced with his intimate behavior, as if he was still angry when he suddenly remembered, Tsukishiro Reiji took a step back, raised his eyes and hummed softly, crossing his chest and questioning.

"There is a monitoring program in the phone."

The smile that just came to the corner of his mouth froze, Osamu Dazai took a breath, "I'm not here to spy on you..."

"What does Dazai want to know?" Tsukishiro Reiji suddenly grabbed Dazai Osamu's collar and pulled towards him.

Osamu Dazai had no choice but to bend down. In the darkness, his breathing gradually blended with the distance. As long as he lowered his head a little, he could kiss the tip of his lover's nose.

He heard Tsukishiro Reiji's tone of reproach: "Why didn't you just ask me?"

"I won't hide anything from Dazai."

Dazai Osamu's pupils froze in the dark night, and then, the smile was like melted cream, layer by layer embellished and dizzy in his eyes.

"I was waiting for someone to steal it." Dazai Osamu hugged him and explained softly in his ear, "I just didn't expect it to be useless."

"I only listened to a little bit." Osamu Dazai used his fingers to measure the distance less than half a centimeter.

I heard you say you won't break up.

Seeing that Reiji Tsukishiro did not speak, Osamu Dazai rubbed his cheek flatteringly, "I bought this floor."

"?" Tsukishiro Reiji was still thinking about how much a little bit was in Dazai Osamu's mouth, when he heard a bomb-like news.

He repeated mechanically, "This floor?"

Osamu Dazai nodded, and played with a lock of silver hair with his fingers: "In two days, Mori Ogai will transfer the rest of your salary to your card."

Thinking of the long string of zeros in the bank's SMS, Reiji Tsukishiro couldn't help but twitched the end of his eyes.

You haven't paid your salary yet?No wonder Yokohama is full of mafia, this rate of return is a bit too much, right?

Seeing Reiji Tsukishiro pondering, Osamu Dazai hesitated for a while, his Adam's apple moved slightly, and the temptation to his mouth changed to a more straightforward form that he was not used to.

"What did you and... say later?"

"Huh?" Yuecheng Reiji didn't realize for a while, who was the "..." in his mouth referring to.

"Ah, you said Mr. Matsuda." Tsukishiro Reiji suddenly realized, but Dazai Osamu didn't notice the sudden stop.

"He made a wish to Yato, cut off the fate, and then left in a hurry, probably back to the police station."

"Mr. Matsuda?" It was Osamu Dazai's turn to repeat his words.

Tsukishiro Reiji nodded, remembering the back of the other party leaving in a hurry, "...a very dedicated policeman."

With light blue pupils, the familiarity and intimacy were completely lost in the blink of an eye. He gave "Matsuda Jinpei" an objective and fair evaluation as if he were judging a stranger.

Dazai Osamu stroked Tsukishiro Reiji's eyelids silently, the warmth, and the trembling caused by the slight deflection of the eyeballs was conveyed to the fingertips meticulously.

All tactile sensations tell Osamu Dazai that Reiji Tsukishiro's words are not false.

"Ha," Osamu Dazai laughed, he never thought that Matsuda Jinpei's choice would be so straightforward, and Tsukishiro Reiji even agreed.

That's fine, no, it's fine.

Osamu Dazai embraced Tsukishiro Reiji, tightening his arms little by little until the two hugged each other completely.

All his secret thoughts vanished at this moment.

Tsukishiro Reiji didn't understand, so he turned his head to say something.

But it happened to bump into the side of Osamu Dazai's head, and the soft touch passed by, and then his lips were caught, lightly pecked, and a lingering kiss was tested.

After the kiss was over, Reiji Tsukishiro was still breathing calmly, only to hear Osamu Dazai say lazily: "Let's go to register for marriage."

"Well, Japan hasn't passed the same-sex marriage law yet." There was mist in his eyes, and his voice was slightly nasal.

Why so cute.

Osamu Dazai let out a sullen laugh, inserted his fingers into his fluffy silver hair, buried them in his arms like sucking catnip and arched.

"You agreed." He pushed forward, "We will go to the engagement ring tomorrow."

Don't want to wait a second.

"Okay." Tsukishiro Reiji's voice still carried the softness that hadn't melted during the kiss.

Suddenly thinking of the scene where the two of them were holding hands and visiting the snow rabbit in Yuecheng, Osamu Dazai pinched his fingertips and asked distressedly, "Will we be kicked out by the snow rabbit?"

"No." Tsukishiro Reiji thought for a while after answering, and said slowly, "Brother kicked you out, so I will kick out Brother Taoya."

He added: "Get out for 1 minute." No matter how many times, brother will not be happy.

"Have I not told you yet—" Osamu Dazai licked his lower lip, and whispered in his ear.

"I like you."

The earlobe was transpired pink by the small air current, and in the silent night, Tsukishiro Reiji heard the sound of fireworks blooming.

When the splendor faded from his mind, he hooked Osamu Dazai's shoulders, like grabbing a soft cloud.

Then Osamu Dazai heard his lover say clumsily and jerky——

"I like you too."

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