I am in love with Sliced ​​Dazai

Dazai felt unwell from his staring eyes, so he could only take off his scarf and tie it on for him.

Terao Yashu touched the red cloth with a much happier expression, "Let's go."

The shuttle bus had stopped, but the nearby tram was still operating, and they took the last one.

Terao Yashu didn't sleep for two days and was very sleepy, so he habitually rested his head on Dazai's shoulder, feeling drowsy.

But the other party said coldly: "Stay away from me."

He listened, and deliberately leaned closer, seeing the other party's painful and disgusted expression, he was in a good mood instead.

After being exposed to the rain for too long, his mobile phone could no longer be turned on. He didn't feel bad at all, so he directly folded the mobile phone into two pieces and threw it into the trash can.

Dazai couldn't understand: "I mean you, why don't you take it for repairs and then throw it away?"

"The maintenance is so troublesome. Why don't you just buy a new one? A mobile phone is not expensive, only tens of thousands of dollars."

Yashu Terao, with a meager salary at the bottom, but spends money like water, exudes the aura of a millionaire everywhere.

"Your salary is so low, where did your money come from?"

Terao Yashu lay on his shoulder, casually playing with the red scarf, "Because, behind me, there is a benefactor supporting me."

"what?"

Investor?Nurturing?

Dazai brainstormed the scene of Terao Yasuke sacrificing his appearance and being taken care of by others, and frowned: "Really, you don't sell your appearance for money, do you?"

"It's true." Terao Yasuke observed his expression with great interest, "You seem to care about this matter?"

"No." Dazai immediately cleared up the expression on his face, "I'm just curious, who would take care of a childish-looking person like you, unless that person is a child lover."

He laughed, "You really don't care? You were obviously angry when I was with someone else just now."

Dazai felt that Terao was always dancing on his thunder point, so he would get annoyed every time he talked to Terao.

"Mr. Terao, can you stop being so in love with your brain?"

"What's wrong with being in love? Love is a precious and beautiful thing. You can't smear and slander it just because you're afraid of falling in love."

"I am afraid?"

"Yes, Mr. Dazai, you are very afraid of falling in love with me, because you are afraid that I will change you."

Dazai thought about this sentence, slowly sneered, and mocked: "Do you think you can change me? Can you change my desire to die?"

Impossible, his nature of longing for death is engraved in his DNA, the word "death" melted into his blood and bones, building his whole being, the meaning of his existence is to be able to usher in a splendid death.

Terao Yashu actually said such arrogant words as "I can change you", what a pitiful idiot.

People like Terao Yasuke have lived a smooth life for too long, thinking that the whole world revolves around him, delusional thinking that he can change everything.

OK, let him try it then.

He hoped that Terao Yasuke would understand a fact - Osamu Dazai would never change himself just because of love, never will.

Yasui Terao didn't sleep for two days, so she fell asleep before getting out of the car.

In his sleep, it seemed that someone was pinching his face and shouting in his ear "wake up", "get up", "don't expect me to carry you out of the car" or something like that.

It seemed that someone had carried him for a long distance, through roads and alleys, from the noisy street to the quiet bedroom, and finally put him on the bed.

When he woke up again, he was already lying on the bed in his own bedroom, his clothes had been dried by the fire in the fireplace.

The firewood in the stove had been burned out, and the remaining faint flames splashed the sawdust, and dissipated feebly in the air.

Did Dazai carry him home?

Then, the two of them should be reconciled.

He changed his clothes, washed and went downstairs, and found breakfast on the table in the dining room.

Not your usual sandwiches and bread, but real meals, with hot ochazuke and sushi, and yudofu.

who did it?

Just as he was wondering, Dazai in brown clothes came out of the kitchen with soup, "Mr. Terao, the meal is ready, if you don't eat it, it will be cold."

The other party's voice was clear and cheerful, full of vigor and sunshine, which dispelled his drowsiness a lot.

"You know how to cook?" He was surprised, "Don't you know how to cook crab?"

"No, there is nothing I am not good at. As long as I want to do anything, I can do it well, including cooking."

It has become gentle again, and it can return to normal as long as it takes off the black clothes.

Dazai always changes clothes frequently, and every time he is caught off guard and silently, he even suspects that Dazai is some kind of magical girl who can transform with one click with a scepter.

"Why are you in a daze, I worked hard all morning, don't you want to try?"

Is it true that what Dazai cooks is not dark cuisine?

He sat down and tasted it, and found that the taste of the food was quite satisfactory, without any strange texture, but it was not particularly amazing either, just the taste of ordinary food.

It turns out that Dazai can not only cook crabs, but also cook such complicated meals, so why didn’t he cook them before?

"Because Terao-san, you seldom eat at home."

Dazai sat down opposite him, complaining, "You leave early and late every day, and you always leave me alone at home. I don't need to cook when I'm alone at home."

The taste of the food is very ordinary, but drinking the soup makes the stomach warm and satisfying.

"Like it?"

He nodded, "It's delicious."

"Hey, Mr. Terao, then you get off work early every day, and I will cook for you every day, okay?"

The other party rested his face on one hand and looked at him with a smile. The morning sun shone in, and the transparent warm orange light blurred the outline of the other party's body.

The gentle eyes pierced his heart, making him unsteady for a while, so he choked on the soup, covered his mouth with a tissue and coughed.

He doesn't believe it, he doesn't believe Dazai doesn't like him.

Even though he fell asleep last night, he vaguely felt Dazai's hand caressing his face, whispering in his ear: "Mr. Terao, you really cause trouble to others."

"In order to find you, I had to ask that brat, and I lost all face."

"Don't do this next time, don't always make people worry... You're all soaked and cold, right?"

If you don't like him, why do you say these things?

The two of them were complete strangers, and their relationship would not have developed to the extent it is without some kind of emotional connection between them.

Just as he was thinking, Dazai knocked on the table to bring him back to his senses, "Mr. Terao, you haven't answered yet, do you want to come back early tonight to eat the meal I cooked?"

"No, I have a basketball game tonight."

The other party's face collapsed, "Are you going to be with that senior Kise again?"

"Well, because the winter vacation is coming soon, the games are all concentrated in this month. And even if I don't play games, I have to go to Mafia to be on duty."

"Heh, you are not the leader of Mafia, is it necessary to devote yourself to Mafia?"

"Speaking of the leader, I have always been curious - what is the relationship between the leader and you?"

The leader seemed to hate Dazai, but he knew that Dazai was living in his house, so he didn't send mafia's people to assassinate Dazai.

"Mr. Dazai, the leader seems to know you very well. Did you two know each other well before?"

Dazai was still angry because of what happened just now, so he thought about it, and suddenly showed a mischievous expression, "You want to know my relationship with your leader?"

"Correct."

"I, uh... I'm very close to him, very close."

This is so ambiguous.

Terao Yasuke felt a sense of crisis inexplicably, so he asked: "How close is it?"

Dazai got up, deliberately approached his ear, and whispered softly: "Your leader and I are an interdependent community. We are the people who understand each other best in the world. We understand every part of each other. We have a heart-to-heart connection. We are each other. The meaning of existence……"

What Dazai said was the truth, he and the leader are a community of shared memories, but these words changed the flavor in the ears of Terao Yashu.

"You two, it sounds like a relationship?"

"In short, the intimacy between the two of us is beyond your imagination, just like—"

Terao Yasuke slapped the chopsticks on the table, preventing the other party from continuing.

Seeing this, Dazai couldn't stop laughing, "Oh, Mr. Terao, you are jealous."

"No."

"Then why are you angry? You see, when you slap the table so hard, the soup is spilled."

Wait, he seems to understand.

The reason why Dazai has never accepted him is because there is an old relationship between Dazai and the leader.Dazai still loves the leader, so he can't start a new relationship.

The case was solved, and the leader was his rival in love.