I am in love with Sliced ​​Dazai

In the early morning, Terao Yashu was woken up by the alarm clock, opened his eyes, and saw a face blocking his eyes.

"Mr. Terao."

"Ok?"

The leader pressed his whole body on him, staring at him with dark eyes, but said in a cold voice, "Good morning."

Terao Yasuke noticed that the other party's face turned black, and it seemed to be angry.

Why are you suddenly angry?

He suddenly remembered that he woke up in the middle of the night last night, and in a daze, he noticed a hand touching his face.

He hugged each other habitually, and called out, "Mr. Dazai?"

Then he noticed that the opponent's hand froze, and he muttered "Idiot" in a low voice.

Then, when he was half asleep and half awake, he felt a small tingling pain on his neck, as if the other party had bitten his neck, but he couldn't bear to force it, so he just bit it lightly.

Thinking of this, he touched his neck, and there was indeed a very shallow tooth mark.

Got it, got mad because he got the wrong name.

On the bright side, the leader didn't fuck him while he was asleep, so he was considered moral.

The other party didn't mention it, but knelt on the head of the bed, cupped his face with his hands, and said in a hopeful tone, "Mr. Terao, where are we going on a date today?"

"No, I'm going to school today, today is a special class for winter vacation, and I haven't finished my homework yet."

The look of hope on the other party's face disappeared instantly, "Don't go, I order you not to go, you have to stay with me at home."

"No, and you should go back to mafia, right? You haven't been back all day."

"Hey, I'm the leader, I can take as long a vacation as I want."

That's true, but the leader turned down Mafia's job in order to accompany him, no matter how you think about it, it's too much.

The leader was shorter than him after taking off his shoes, and a small one sat on him, looking down at him, like a cat waiting for its master to get up, flicking its tail coldly.

Although Dazai likes to act like a baby, he still looks like a mature adult.The leader is just the opposite, his behavior is deliberately imitating adults, in fact he is very childish.

It is now difficult for him to connect the person in front of him with the leader of mafia. The bloodthirsty and cruel leader who was sitting in the office and strategizing disappeared and became this little brat.

Terao Yasuke tried to convince the other party, "You pack up and go to work, I'm going to school, when I have time, let's date again, okay?"

"No."

"Sorry, it doesn't count what you said."

"How dare you defy me—"

"I dare." He pinched the other person's face, "Get off me, I want to take a shower."

Although the leader is very domineering, he is really quiet, he won't make a scene like Dazai, and he won't stick to him like a dog's skin plaster.

The leader didn't even speak much, and most of the time he followed him silently with a cold face, observing his every move.

He didn't even notice the footsteps of the other party, but every time he finished his work and turned around, the other party's face appeared in front of him unexpectedly, scaring him half to death.

"Why do you keep following me?"

"Am I breaking the law by following you?"

He smiled wryly, "Then can you make a little noise, always follow me so silently, I'm afraid I'll trample you to death if I don't pay attention."

"Ah, are you making fun of me for being short?"

"It's true, but you don't have to feel inferior. Children who are not fully developed are like this."

"You are so bold." The other party was surprised, "Apologize to me, or I will throw you on the bed right away."

The leader is always clamoring to have sex, but Terao Yashu suspects that he is just shouting, in fact, he doesn't know how to do sex at all.

After all, the leader is still an innocent little virgin, so innocent that he can't even kiss, every time he leans over to kiss him, it feels stiff and rigid, only full of possessiveness, without skill or beauty.

Although the leader ordered him not to go to school, he ignored it and took some clothes into the bathroom to take a shower.

Ten minutes later, he came out of the bathroom and was drying his hair and changing clothes when the leader opened the door and yelled, "Mr. Terao, you don't have to go to school."

"why?"

"Because I've finished your homework for you."

The leader took out his calculus exercise book and said proudly, "Look, I've written a whole book."

Someone helped him with his homework, and such a good thing?

Terao Yasuke took the exercise book, turned two pages, frowned, turned two more pages, and became angry.

"It's all wrong!" He slapped the homework on the other's face angrily, "What did you write?"

The other party was puzzled, "Did you write it wrong? It seems quite correct."

"Is calculus as good as it looks?"

"Tsk, I haven't studied calculus."

"Didn't I learn you to write a ghost?"

"I'm here to lighten your burden. Aren't you students like this? When you encounter a question you don't understand, you write it all over - stop, don't hit me, I'm doing a good deed -"

Fortunately, they were all written in pencil, so Yasuhiro Terao threw him an eraser, and he lay on the floor and spent ten minutes erasing all the wrong answers.

"At least I worked hard." The leader muttered, "Although I haven't been to school, my handwriting is beautiful."

When he said this, the other party was lying on the ground with one foot up, wearing a wide pajamas, and the bandages were scattered all over the ground, like a sick but delicate and beautiful doll.

Half of the slender waist is exposed outside, and people passing by will get nosebleeds if they look at it too much.

The leader tried his best to keep him at home and used various means.

First hid his schoolbag and textbooks, then took away his shoes and coat, and even planned to break the lock on the door, intending to prevent him from going out.

Terao Yashu was so angry that he was half dead, but he didn't dare to hit the opponent, so he could only hold back his anger.

On the bright side, the leader, as the leader of mafia, could use violence to force him to compromise, but no, the leader just harassed him through a series of pranks, making him restless.

What a kind leader, isn't he.

It had always been like this, and from the first the chief had used all sorts of little tricks on him, like a mean cat, scratching him now and then with his paw.

After washing up, he was packing his schoolbag in his room when he suddenly smelled hot chocolate coming from downstairs.

He went downstairs to the kitchen and saw chocolate cake and milk soup on the table.

The leader sat at the dining table, with cream on his nose and the smell of milk on his body, he announced in a serious manner: "Mr. Terao, I made you breakfast."

He was startled, "You can also cook?"

The chief will use a stove or something?

"No, but I have a very high IQ. I just flipped through the recipes and learned it."

"..."

"I will show mercy and cook for you myself. You will remember this kindness forever."

Seeing the other party's body covered in cream and milk, Terao Yashu wanted to laugh but couldn't bear to.

He really wanted to take a picture of the leader, so that the people of Mafia could see what kind of virtue the leader made them fear.

He went downstairs, sat down at the dining table, took a bite of the warm chocolate cake, swallowed it, and felt the strong aroma of cocoa powder spread in his mouth, a little bitter.

Fool, I forgot to put sugar in the cake. Chocolate cake needs sugar to neutralize the bitter taste.

"How is it?" The leader stared at his expression, "Is it delicious, better than your ex-boyfriend's?"

After hearing this, Yashu Terao raised his eyebrows, "What did we say last night?"

The leader recalled their conversation last night, puffed his face: "...well, don't compare yourself with others."

"Yes, you don't have to worry about whether the food you cook is better than Mr. Dazai, because the food you cook has your own characteristics."

"Then, what are the characteristics of the food I cook?"

This stopped him from asking, and he just said it casually, who knew that the other party would ask such a thorough question.

"It's characteristic... It feels like it's impetuous, as if it lacks heat."

"what?"

Seeing the other party's face collapsed, Terao Yashu quickly comforted him: "But it's delicious."

The rice cooked by Dazai does not have this feeling. Dazai's cooking skills are average, and the food he cooks is tasteless, but it feels warm when he bites it.

"Then, do you like to eat what I make?"

He nodded, "Yes."

The leader heaved a sigh of relief, and turned to show a smug look on his face, "I just knew that there is nothing I am not good at."

Forget it, kid, you can't even do simple math problems.

The leader seemed very happy, then raised his fingers and complained: "Look, I burned my fingers because I cooked for you."

Terao Yasuke became nervous, and immediately leaned over to check, only to find that it was just a hot spot.

"Your wound is not even a first-degree burn, so you don't need to apply medicine, just wash it with cold water and it will be fine."

Seeing that he didn't care, the leader put his hand to his mouth and demanded, "It hurts, give me a kiss."

He refused, but the other party refused to let go: "You kissed my wound last night, why can't you today? I got hurt because I was cooking for you."

Didn't it say that there are a lot of bacteria on people's lips?

He kissed the wound on the leader's arm last night. The leader probably felt that this behavior was disgusting, and his face was full of embarrassment. He sat on the bed for a long time without speaking.

But after sleeping all night, he suddenly became thick-skinned, and now he actually asks for a kiss.

Terao Yasuke pretended not to hear, and lowered his head to drink the soup, but the other party insisted: "Kiss, hurry up."

"Don't push me too far."

"Mr. Terao, with your words alone, I can put you to death."

"Okay, then you can execute me. Anyway, if I execute, I will have no one to accompany you to die in love."

The leader found out that Terao Yashu no longer used honorifics when speaking to him, so he was a little happy.

So he leaned over and kissed Terao Yashu on the lips.

Not only did she kiss him, but she clasped the back of his head with her hands, pulled him closer to her, rubbed his lips vigorously, and even wiped the chocolate in his mouth with her tongue.

Terao Yashu pushed the opponent away, and fell back into the chair.

"Don't do this." He covered his mouth with his hands, and his face began to turn red, "I said no to this."

Dazai had never kissed him like this before.

Dazai has always touched his lips very gently, and moved them lightly, so he wouldn't be so crazy.

The leader wiped the corner of his mouth expressionlessly, and the chocolate crumbs stuck to his fingers. He licked it off, showing an innocent expression: "Who told you to be disobedient?"

"..."

As he spoke, he brought his finger to Terao Yasuke's hand again, and asked calmly: "Choose yourself, do you take the initiative to kiss my finger, or let me do it?"

Yashu Terao couldn't stand the other party's nonsense, so he could only lean over, kissed the other party's fingers, and soothed the reddened skin with his lips.

"...Is it okay?"

Terao Yasuke's tone was reluctance, but the red on his face hadn't faded.

Satisfied, the leader reached out and stroked his hair: "That's right."

Being in love felt good, and while he had only felt the tip of the iceberg of being in love so far, he wanted more.

With only three short months left, Terao Yashu completely belonged to him, but he felt dissatisfied, and he wanted to enjoy that exclusive feeling as soon as possible.

Possessiveness, like a drug addiction, can burn wildly with just a spark, and then it can't be extinguished.

He wants to hide Terao Yashu now, in a place where no one will know, only let him see it, and only accept his kiss.