I am in love with Sliced ​​Dazai

Dazai assured him firmly: "I won't give you this kind of surprise again in the future."

"Don't be so stubborn, okay?" Terao Yasuke grabbed his ear, "Surprises still have to be given, I still like surprises very much."

He likes Dazai's small gifts and small thoughts, and he also knows that Dazai likes to see his surprised expression.

"Then, what if I annoy you like this again?"

"Fool, I have already said that I am not unhappy."

On the contrary, he poured out his previous unpleasant experience, and he felt a lot more relaxed.

People can't keep bad emotions in their hearts, they always have to find a way to vent them out.That's why humans are social animals and share emotions and feelings with each other.

Dazai saw that his mood had recovered, so he scooped out some butter with a spoon and handed it to his mouth: "Anyway, let's have a taste, I made it very hard."

Terao Yashu glanced at him, then lowered his eyes, but instead of eating the cake in the spoon, he licked off the cream on Dazai's finger, and kissed Dazai's finger upwards.

Dazai felt that the opponent's tongue brushed his fingertips, and his teeth nibbled on his flesh, and before he could react, he was already pressed on the table by the opponent.

Terao Yashu covered him up, pressed him with a very dangerous posture, whispered softly in his ear, and spit out words that wanted to burn him.

"I have received the reward Mr. Dazai gave me, now I will reward Mr. Dazai."

"Well, wait a minute—" Dazai refused, "You warned me not to do it on the dining table—"

The last time they dirty the table, Terao Yasuke complained to him for a long time.

Terao Yasuke grabbed his tie, "But I celebrate my birthday today, and I have the right to make any request."

"Then don't scold me afterwards."

"Well... that depends on your performance."

Dazai felt that these words were obviously a provocation to him, so he pressed the opponent's wrist with his backhand, and easily extinguished the opponent's arrogance and consciousness with a kiss.

A few hours ago, mafia was attacked by the enemy. The leader suffered a slight injury to his arm and was sent to the infirmary for treatment.

Although it was only a small injury, the people in the infirmary rushed out like they were facing a big enemy, running back and forth.

A subordinate wanted to call Yasu Terao, but was stopped by the leader: "Don't tell him."

"Uh, don't you need to call senior Terao?"

"No, it's just a minor injury. Mr. Terao is off work, so don't bother him."

It's not like he's so ignorant of flattery, it's the first time in Terao Yasuke's birthday, he can't ruin the other party's birthday mood just because of this little injury.

Seeing what he said, Xiaoyin comprehended it, so she told the people around her: "Listen well, the news of the leader's injury must be tightly sealed, and no one outside is allowed to know, and Mr. Terao is not allowed to be informed."

The people around were puzzled, but obediently obeyed the order.

The leader looked at the time and found that there were still two hours until the early morning, and Terao Yasushi's birthday was about to pass.

At this time, those two people should be getting tired of being together, lips and teeth intertwined, busy staining every inch of air and floor in the house with traces of their joy.

Just imagining that scene made him feel lonely.

It's really hard to suppress jealousy, especially when you know that something belongs to you, but no matter how impatient you are, you just can't touch the other person.

Around ten o'clock, Yasho Terao was cleaning her body in the bathroom. Halfway through cleaning, the phone on the cabinet started buzzing.

He stretched out his hand from the fine foam stirred up by the bath liquid, and picked up the phone with his wet hand, and Higuchi's voice came from the opposite side: "Senior, let me tell you a secret, the leader is injured."

His heart beat wildly in an instant, he sat up from the bathtub, grabbed a towel to cover his body: "What's going on?"

"I heard that it was ambushed by the enemy on the road. It seems that it was done by the Rat of the Dead House."

Terao Yashu didn't know much about the rats in the house of death, and didn't care about it, so he just asked, "Is the leader seriously injured?"

"I don't know because they blocked the news."

The leader blocked the news in order not to disturb him, but he didn't know anything about it. Instead, he thought that the leader was seriously injured, so he panicked: "I see, I'll go there now."

"No, it's useless for you to come. The leader was transferred to a secret place for treatment, and you can't find it."

What the hell, since he was injured, why didn't he notify the supervisor?

Terao Yashu hung up the phone, changed his clothes and walked up and down in the living room, distracted.

Injured, injured by what, injured where?

Since Mafia blocked the news on purpose, it must be a serious injury, possibly life-threatening.

Is the leader dying?If the leader dies, Dazai will also get angry.

Dazai just heard the content of the call, and seeing him walking around the house so anxiously, he couldn't help sighing: "Mr. Terao, are you worried about him?"

He stopped, collected himself, and shook his head reflexively: "No."

Dazai obviously didn't believe his words, leaned silently by the door, tilted his head and stared at him for a long time.

After thoroughly exploring all the thoughts in his heart, Dazai compromised: "Since you are so worried about him, go find him."

Yashu Terao thought he was angry, and quickly explained: "No, I didn't."

"Duplicity..."

Dazai saw that he showed an expression of doing something wrong, so he came over and hugged him, and comforted him: "Don't get me wrong, I'm not angry, I mean the truth."

"I do not have--"

"Don't be so stubborn. Look at you. Once you get the call, you don't have the heart to do other things. I don't want you to be so embarrassing. If you are worried about him, go and see him."

Strange, why is Dazai so generous all of a sudden?

In the past, when the leader approached him, Dazai would blow his hair.

"but--"

Seeing his confused face, Dazai explained: "Actually, the detective agency arranged several business trips for me. I was worried about leaving you at home alone, so I turned them down."

The meaning of these words is already very clear.

Hearing what he said, Yashu Terao also stretched out his arms to hug him, and asked softly, "Then, did we break up again?"

Dazai nodded helplessly, "Well, we broke up."

"Then how long will you be on this business trip?"

"About four or five days, so I don't want to go. If I leave you at home alone, you will definitely not eat seriously and stay up late to study."

"..."

"Okay, let's go before I repent. After all, we are the same person. If he dies, I won't be able to live."

Yashu Terao still couldn't believe it: "Are you serious?"

"Anyway, the memory of his injury will become my memory in the future. If you go to accompany him now, then I won't feel so painful when I recall this memory in the future."

"...Mr. Dazai, you suddenly became very generous."

Dazai said seriously: "Whatever, as a mature adult, you will not be carried away by jealousy."

Dazai didn't accept this at first, he was as stubborn as the leader, he stubbornly felt that the other party's personality was rubbish, and he didn't want the other party's personality to merge into his body at all.

But as time passed, he slowly let go of it.

After all, the Dazai Osamu after fusion is the real Dazai Osamu. Dazai Osamu is neither gentle nor indifferent. He has both light and dark qualities, and he is a person who will fall into a long and soft melancholy.

He will yearn for the shadow of light in the dark, and he will look at the world with cold eyes in the light. He will watch the sunrise and sunset with cold eyes, and witness the ebb and flow of all things.

No matter which part is missing, it is not the real Osamu Dazai.

Near midnight, the leader was half asleep and half awake, and felt that someone was pinching the wound on his arm. He woke up from the pain and couldn't help but yelled.

What, the people in the infirmary are so indiscriminate in their actions, they were all broken by Yashu Terao.

However, he smelled a familiar smell, opened his eyes, and found Terao Yashu standing beside his bed, bandaging his wound.

"Idiot, why didn't you tell me when you got hurt?"

Terao Yashu looked at him with a little red eyes and wet eye sockets.

The leader thought he was dreaming, and stretched out his hand to caress the other person's face. He didn't come back to his senses until the other person snuggled into his palm, and the anxiety and worry were conveyed along with the body temperature and smell.

"Wait, you, are you real?"

The leader was pleasantly surprised in an instant, squeezed the other person's face, surprised, "When did you come?"

Terao Yasuke patted his hand away, sniffed his nose, and after cleaning up the expression on his face, he suddenly picked up the pillow and began to slap the leader's uninjured arm frantically.

It was not the first time for the leader to be beaten by him, but he was still not used to it: "Why, is this how you treat the wounded?"

Terao Yashu roared: "Idiot! Don't fight the enemy with such poor skills, it's embarrassing, you know?!"

The chief was startled by his dragon-roaring voice.

Immediately, the leader argued: "Hey, I'm a brain worker, okay? I went to battle in person to get information. I'm doing my best for Mafia—"

Before he could finish speaking, he was hit on the face again.

"Your food is food, don't make excuses for me. And you should tell me as soon as you get hurt, why hide it from me?!"

"Today is your birthday, is it appropriate for me to disturb you with such bad news?"

Terao Yasuke looked at him resentfully, raised his hand and slapped him, "Don't use me as an excuse, this is all your fault, you are too weak."

The leader allowed him to beat him, but instead of hiding, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Terao Yashu is one year older, her strength seems to have grown, and her personality is more straightforward than before.

He enjoyed the other party's beating until the other party was tired, threw away the pillow, came to hug him tightly, and fell into his arms

Yashu Terao had a lot of words stuck in his throat for a moment, but he couldn't express it. Finally, he could only whisper something: "You scared me to death. I really thought you were seriously injured."

The leader didn't notice what the other party said at all, but couldn't help but bury his face on the other party's body, sniffing the other party's scent fascinatedly.

The familiar smell made his heart convulse, and the muscles around the atrium twitched crazily, almost shutting down.

The pleasure like a huge wave dominated his consciousness, and he tried his best not to bite and swallow the person in front of him.

It's been a long time since I hugged this warm body, it seemed like a lifetime to him.

During the period of separation, he almost went crazy. Whether he was asleep or awake, he always hallucinated to hear the other party's voice, and the other party's image lingered in his mind, and even the dream was the other party's smell.

Now he holds the other person in his arms, but somehow feels that the person in his arms is more fragile than the phantom, he dare not even breathe hard, for fear that the person in his arms will disappear in smoke if he blows on it.

Yashu Terao didn't notice his emotional ups and downs, because he had just vented a bit, and his breathing was still a little disordered, and he just held his clothes tightly with his hands.

His face was flushed red due to the shortness of breath, and his lips were bitten red, like dripping blood, so he couldn't help kissing her, re-marking his own mark and taste.

"Are you freaking out?"

"Nonsense, what kind of news is blocked, I thought you were going to die..."

"You didn't promise to die for love, how could I die, how could it be such a cheap thing."

Noticing that the person in his arms was trembling with fear, the leader felt distressed, so he kissed his forehead: "I'm fine, I just didn't want to spoil your birthday mood, so I didn't tell you."

He smacked the other person's chest, "Idiot, birthdays can be celebrated every year, is birthday as important as you?"

Yashu Terao is usually very polite, and uses honorifics when opening and shutting his mouth, but when he really gets angry, he will completely lose control, and his violent tendencies are fully revealed, and he is very vicious.

Yashu Terao checked the leader's wound again, looked at the blood oozing from the gauze, and asked in a trembling voice, "Is it very painful?"

The leader nodded deliberately, "Well, it hurts to death."

Yashu Terao embraced him, bit his neck, and asked in a low voice, "How painful is it? Is it that painful?"

The other party's sharp teeth were like cats. The leader felt the pain spreading on his skin, but shook his head deliberately: "It hurts more than this."

Terao Yashu bit again, this time with a bit more force, and at the same time cursed: "Idiot."

"Mr. Terao is amazing. He learned to swear when he was one year older. I will tell Mr. Hirotsu about it."

"you dare."

The leader felt helpless and amused when he heard him snarl, but the person in his arms kept raising his head and scolded him for almost hundreds of words, until his mouth was dry.

But cursing and swearing are words like "idiot" and "idiot". Yashu Terao seldom swears, and he doesn't have much creative vocabulary when it comes to swearing.

"Idiot, you still have the face to be a leader like this?"

"I'm ashamed, I'm planning to hand over the leader to Chuya."

"Then hurry up, whoever is the leader is better than you."

"Okay, I'm tired of cursing, let's take a break first, drink some water before continuing to scold—hey, why are your eyes so red? Terao-san, you look like a red-eyed rabbit."

"Do you dare to say it again?"

"Is that going to cry?"

The leader kissed his moist eye sockets, stared at him with deep eyes, and asked softly? "Is this the first time you cried because your boyfriend got hurt?"

"Well...but don't say it, it's too embarrassing."

"Why, it's so cute."

"You are cute."

The leader had nothing to say, he could only hold the person in his arms tightly, and silently thank the enemy who ambushed him.

The enemy made him a wound that was not too big or small. The pain caused by the wound was just within the range of his acceptance, and it allowed him to successfully deceive Yashu Terao.