I am in love with Sliced ​​Dazai

After finishing the work, Terao Yasuke let the other party hold him in his arms, panting slowly, calming down the feeling of upheaval in his body.

He was so tired, he was so tired that he didn't want to open his eyes every time, but after a few hours, when the tiredness on his body faded, he began to long secretly again.

Of course, he would never say such a shameful thing.

As usual, Dazai would gently kiss him and coax him to sleep, but today he didn't say anything, just looked down at him with an angry expression.

He felt something was wrong and opened his eyes: "What's wrong?"

Dazai showed a sullen expression on his face, "Mr. Terao, you are not paying attention, are you still thinking about others?"

"……No."

"Liar, you obviously didn't pay attention just now, to be honest, who were you thinking about just now?"

Dazai's intuition is too sensitive.

The leader just flashed through his mind just now, really, it didn't take more than ten seconds at most, Dazai still found out.

He was afraid that Dazai would become a beast, so he quickly apologized, "I really didn't mean it, and I won't do it in the future."

"No, I don't accept your apology."

"Okay, what do you want then?"

Seeing that he was so obedient, the other party's expression suddenly became relaxed: "One more time."

Nasty, the tables are all dirty.

In the early morning of the next day, Dazai was woken up by the dazzling sunlight outside the window.

The person in his arms had disappeared, and the aroma of baking came from the kitchen downstairs, as well as the sound of crackling pots and utensils, as if something was fighting.

Terao Yasuke is really not good at cooking, but he is always eager to cook. In order not to hurt his self-esteem, Dazai always says delicious food against his conscience.

He thought of going on a beach date with Terao Yasuke today, and he was in a great mood, but soon Terao Yasuke walked into the bedroom, covered in cream and powdered sugar, and told him with a guilty face: "I can't go with you today." On a date."

Dazai went crazy, "Why, you agreed to miss work today to accompany me to a date."

"The infirmary has purchased a new batch of equipment, and I need to check it."

"Others can do this kind of thing. Do you have to do it?"

"But I am the supervisor, and I cannot escape my responsibilities."

Dazai was very upset, but the other party calmed him down with a few kisses and hugs.

"It's my fault, but I promise to come back as early as possible tonight. We can still date at home. I'll bring you delicious crab meat stew and sake from Kyoto when I get home from get off work."

Sincerely apologized, Dazai couldn't help but soften his heart: "Okay, but I have to bring double servings of crab meat stew and sake."

"Okay, whatever you want."

Dazai was unhappy, the two of them hadn't had a good date since he came back from a business trip.

It's all the leader's fault. The leader deliberately arranged a lot of work for Terao Yasuke, just to prevent the two of them from getting along at home.

The leader is the evil villain in the story, who is dedicated to breaking up the sweet couple. This kind of person must die badly.

After breakfast, Terao Yasuke went upstairs to do his homework, and Dazai helped clean up the dishes on the table, reminiscing about the taste of breakfast in pain.

Occasionally, he should also give some advice, tactfully pointing out the shortcomings of Terao Yasuke's cooking skills, otherwise the other party's cooking skills will never improve.

He was wearing a pain mask on his face, when he suddenly heard Terao Yasuke's cell phone ringing, it was the leader calling.

Dazai picked up the phone, connected it, and said angrily, "What are you calling for?"

The leader's tone was indifferent: "As the boss, I have the right to call to express condolences to my subordinates."

To put it nicely, I just wanted to take the opportunity to pry the corner of the wall.

"I'm sorry, Mixiu can't answer the phone, because we just had a strenuous exercise and he is very tired, so don't bother him."

Just imagining the angry expression on the leader's face made him feel good.

But the leader didn't seem to be angry, or pretended not to be angry on purpose. He just said lightly: "Well, remind him to report to my office tonight. If he doesn't come, then I won't pay him."

"Who cares about your money, Mixiu earns more in the orphanage."

The leader laughed suddenly: "Then let me tell you the truth, Mr. Sen's orphanage is actually funded by me, that is to say, I paid for every penny that Mr. Sen sent to Mixiu."

Dazai couldn't believe it, "Why are you subsidizing the orphanage?"

"You don't need to worry about this, I just want to tell you that from the very beginning, I have been raising Mixiu, and I can give him a lot of money, unlike a waste like you who only eats soft food."

Dazai got angry: "Eat soft rice?"

The most disgusting thing in the world is that your rival spends money to support your wife, and you have to be scolded by your rival.

"Whoever you say eats soft food, I can also take money to support him."

The leader laughed out loud again, and mercilessly activated his mocking skills: "Your pitiful salary is not even enough for a month's electricity bill."

"..."

"Admit it, you just eat soft food, you have to rely on your wife to support—"

Before he could finish speaking, Dazai hung up the phone.

Eat soft food, is there any mistake? Although his salary is a little less, but his salary is obediently handed over to Terao Yasuke, and he doesn't keep a cent.

However, in the eyes of outsiders, it is indeed Teraoya who cultivates him and spoils him everywhere. He is not even allowed to do heavy work, and only asks him to clean the table or wash the dishes.

The more Dazai thought about it, the more he felt that he was a soft-bodied man who relied on his beauty to get ahead.Compared with the lofty leader, he is indeed a little ordinary.

The leader's short 3-minute phone call left Dazai brooding all morning.

The leader was in sync with his thinking, so he knew exactly how to hit him, how to crush his self-esteem with just a few words.

So, when he saw Terao Yasuke dragged out a table from the storage room, he hurried over to it.

"Mister Terao, what are you doing?"

"Pull the table, I'm going to use this table to replace the desk in the living room."

"Why change tables?"

The desk in the living room was brand new, but when they were exercising last night, it got a lot of indescribable liquid on it.

Even if the liquid was wiped off, Terao Yashu couldn't eat snacks and read on that table anymore.

"You still have the face to ask? It's all because you dirty the table. A good bed has to be made on the table."

There were only a few short steps to go to the bedroom, but Dazai was so impatient that he didn't even want to take a few steps.

After hearing his complaint, Dazai showed no sign of guilt, and just said, "Let me move the table for you."

"No, you go play the game."

Dazai looked annoyed, "Hey, don't think of me as someone who eats soft food, okay? I'm not a waste who only eats and sleeps. I can also help you. I can do many things."

"Eat soft rice?"

Terao Yasuke shook his sore hand, not knowing why, "What do you mean by soft rice, who taught you this word?"

Dazai didn't want to explain, and insisted on moving the table for him, Terao Yasuke could only agree and nodded: "Okay, you can move it."

Dazai eagerly stepped forward and tried to push the table with his hands, but within three seconds of pushing, his feet became unsteady and he almost fell to his waist.

Good weight.

This broken table feels like it weighs several hundred catties, but Yashu Terao can actually move it with one hand, which is simply a monster.

Yashu Terao saw that his face was not right, and asked with concern: "What's the matter, is it heavy?"

Dazai pretended to be calm, "It's not heavy, I can move to the living room by myself."

"Can you be alone?"

Dazai vowed that it would be fine: "Mr. Terao, go take a shower and get ready for work, I will do well."

Terao Yashu left suspiciously, Dazai moved his hands and feet casually, intending to reach out to push the table.

But after pushing for a long time, nothing moved.

He was a little discouraged, but still rolled up his sleeves, exhausted all his strength, and finally moved the table a little.

But only a little bit.

Finally, he got really annoyed and kicked the table, which happened to hit his toe. The pain was so painful that he hugged his foot and screamed.

Terao Yashu heard the cry and hurried downstairs to check, only to see Dazai throwing himself into his arms with tears in his eyes, holding him with one hand, and pointing at his feet with the other, crying out for pain incessantly.

He knelt down and helped rub Dazai's swollen toe, he couldn't laugh or cry: "Well, why are you kicking the table?"

"Because, because I can't move it."

"Let me come if you can't move it, what can you do?"

He has always refused to let Dazai do heavy work, just because he is afraid of this happening.

Although he has muscles and a better figure than him, he is still Mr. Dazai who is delicate and frail.

He held back his smile, and patiently helped the other party relieve the pain, but the toes were already a little red and swollen, and he had to use ice cubes for cold compresses.

He jokingly said: "Mr. Dazai, who is delicate and frail, I suggest you protect yourself, especially your waist, so that you won't be unable to do what you want on the bed in the future."

Dazai felt that this was wrong: "What do you mean, what are you implying?"

"From a medical point of view, the older a man is, the faster his physical strength will decline. Mr. Dazai's physical strength will decline sooner or later, so you must protect your waist, so as not to be more powerless."

"Yeah, you—"

Dazai wanted to shout, but he pinched his red and swollen toe, and made a "hiss" sound from his mouth.

Yasu Terao took ice cubes from the refrigerator and covered Dazai's swollen toes in an attempt to reduce the swelling.

After a long time, Dazai finally calmed down, but his brows were still frowning, with a slightly frustrated expression on his face.

"Does it still hurt?"

"...Okay, it doesn't hurt anymore."

Seeing his grievance + listlessness, Yashu Terao laughed and said, "Don't do this kind of heavy work of moving tables in the future, just do what you can."

"True, but I did a good job last night with Terao-san."

"..."

Dazai didn't have any education, but he was exceptionally well-bred, and his diction was very elegant on weekdays, and he was even polite in bed, so it was funny to occasionally utter such obscenities.

He sensed something was wrong with Dazai today, so he asked, "What's the matter with you, why are you unhappy?"

"No."

He tortured him repeatedly, and Dazai finally said reluctantly: "Mr. Terao, you like people who read books, and you also like money, right?"

"Correct."

"However, I don't read as much as the leader, and I earn less money than the leader. The leader overlooks all living beings from above, and I can only eat your soft food."

"...Is it because of this?"

"Isn't that enough? When you find out that your rival has more bargaining chips and capital than you, you will definitely feel a sense of crisis..."

Terao Yasuke touched the other person's cheek, comforted him, but complained wildly in his heart.

Mr. Dazai, who is fragile and sensitive, what should we do?

Love can really discover the weakness of human nature. When he met Dazai for the first time, he would never have imagined that Mr. Dazai, who is full of vigor and vitality, would be sensitive and jealous.

"Mr. Dazai, although you have no money, you have me. Am I not your most precious treasure? Am I more precious than all the money in the world combined?"

He knew what to say to make Dazai happy.

These words did make Dazai's eyes a little brighter, but he still didn't seem to be comforted.

"However, if I don't merge with the leader, then you will live in poverty for the rest of your life... The leader will let you live a rich life, but I can't. Your rich and happy life in the future will come from him, and not me."

Terao Yashu had nothing to say, and decided not to comfort the other party, but stood up and prepared to go downstairs.

Dazai thought he was angry, so he quickly stopped him: "Where are you going?"

"If your feet don't hurt, go and clean up. Let's go for a walk by the beach today. By the way, make an appointment. I'll accompany you wherever you want to go today."

Dazai was overwhelmed by the sudden surprise.

"Hey, don't you want to go to work?"

"No more, absent from work. Since Mr. Dazai is in a bad mood, then I don't feel like doing anything, let alone going to work."

Dazai was a little secretly happy, but he still pretended to be calm on the surface, "You don't need to be like this."

Terao Yashu stopped, stood at the bottom of the stairs and looked at him, his eyes reflected the morning dew and the warm sunlight, but with a hint of grievance and resentment: "Mr. Dazai, do you remember that you told me before that if?"

"What, did I say anything?"

"You said that I am a part of your body, so if you are happy, Mr. Dazai, I will be happy."

"..."

"So please stop thinking about it, if you are unhappy, it will make me unhappy, because we are a community."

Every time Terao Yasuke said such love words, Dazai didn't know how to reply him.

I can only silently walk down the stairs and hug each other, let the other person's body curl up in my arms, and pass on each other's body temperature.

Terao Yasuke tugged at his ear, and asked, "Now you know you're wrong?"

"Ah."

"That's good, Mr. Dazai is really difficult to coax, but every time I coax you well, I will feel a sense of accomplishment."

Dazai had nothing to say, he didn't know how to express his admiration for Terao-san, and words like "I like Terao-san the most" were not enough to express his love for Terao-san.

Dazai can't talk about love, it is difficult to express his admiration for him in words, he can only occupy him crazily and fill him up every night.But even this is not enough, I want to bite him into pieces and swallow him, and melt him into my blood.

Crazy and hot, broken and messy, nothing but that, nothing but that.

Dazai felt that this was his destiny. At first he was reluctant, but later he compromised, allowing himself to gradually go crazy in love and lose himself.

It is very strange that human beings hate the characteristic of "crazy", but love can make human beings crazy, so why do human beings praise this kind of love that makes people crazy?