I am in love with Sliced ​​Dazai

Dazai ignored the photo and threw it into the trash can.

But in the next few days, every night, various photos would appear on his desk, sometimes one, sometimes a stack.

At first, the content of the photo was a simple selfie of two people, but as time passed, the picture became more and more violent, and the behavior of the two people in the photo became more and more bold.

From simply leaning shoulders to shoulders, it developed into two people clasping their fingers, and then hugging and even kissing.

This kind of photo doesn't look like it was produced by PS, not to mention that every photo has his handwriting on it——

"This photo is my one-week wedding anniversary with Terao-san!"

Dazai complained in his heart: What is there to commemorate after a week of marriage?

"This is the first ice cream we ate together after marriage~"

Dazai couldn't understand, he just ate an ice cream, as for such a grand photoshoot?

"This is when we were in the hotel, the foreplay before the two of us had sex~"

Every word and sentence in the photo is like a devil whispering, challenging his limit.

When Dazai saw this, he was really fed up, and burned the photo with a fire.

If this is a prank, then the perpetrator is too vicious.

After work that day, Dazai met Oda and Ango at the bar, and the three chatted aimlessly.

In the middle of the conversation, Ango suddenly remembered something, took out a photo from his bag, and handed it to Dazai.

On the photo is a photo of him and Terao Yasuke. Dazai looked at the photo and spit out the wine, almost spraying it on Oda's face.

"Where did you—where did this picture come from?"

"Isn't this yours?" Anwu observed his expression, "You came to the library yesterday to return the book, and there is this photo in the book."

"This, cough, probably... probably accidentally caught it in."

An Wu realized: "So, are you dating Terao?"

Dazai was stunned, Oda was still drinking in a leisurely way, completely uninterested in intervening in the conversation between the two.

"What, talking nonsense." Dazai snatched the photo and squeezed it into a ball, "Don't make such jokes, I will get angry."

Ango looked at him suspiciously, "But the two of you are very close in the photo—"

"This photo is not real, it's just a prank. It must have been deliberately made and distributed by that brat named Terao."

"No way, Terao is not that kind of person. That child is very polite. He stays quietly wherever he goes, and won't cause trouble for anyone."

"You seem to know him well?"

Ango nodded, "Because Terao often comes to the library to borrow books. He seems to be very interested in books such as medicine, and he takes a lot of books home every time."

Dazai said "Don't tell me about Yashu Terao, I don't care", but actually listened carefully.

"It looks like Terao wants to be a doctor."

"Tch, a killer, why should he consider the matter of curing diseases and saving lives? Wouldn't it be too hypocritical."

"Terao probably wanted to pay for the mistakes he made. A child of his age should be studying in school. If he hadn't joined mafia, he might have been an excellent doctor."

Dazai suddenly remembered the photo he had received a few days ago—it was a photo of Yasuke Terao wearing a doctor's white robe, standing in front of a medicine cabinet and dispensing medicine.

The person in the photo has a fair complexion, a thin neck, and a head of blond hair that is a hundred times more dazzling than the sunlight outside the window.

The photo was so clear that he could even see the fine hair on the other person's face, and saw the thin and graceful collarbone exposed from the slightly open collar of the other party.

beautiful...

Dazai felt that his thoughts were gradually slipping into a dangerous abyss, so he immediately stopped his wild thoughts and said: "The photos are forged, they must be forged."

"Photos can be faked, but eyes can't be faked."

"Eyes?"

As Ango said, he poked the photo with his hand. In the photo, Dazai was smiling, rubbing Terao Yasuke's hair with one hand, his eyes full of doting and tenderness.

"Admit it, such affectionate eyes are not fake."

That night, Dazai looked in the mirror and tried to imitate that look.

But no matter how hard he tried, his eyes were stagnant, and he just couldn't make the affectionate and doting eyes in the photo.

He even felt a little sick.

In the past, every time he received a photo, he would immediately throw it away, but gradually, he became curious.

Finally, he stopped throwing the photos, but held each one in front of his eyes, carefully observed them, and tried to find out the irrationality of these photos.

These photos are like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, connecting him with that person named Terao Yashu. After a long time, he even has a feeling that he is really in love with the other party.

On this day, Dazai returned from his mission and went to the chief's room to report on the mission.

As soon as he walked outside the door, he heard the sound of conversation coming from inside the heavy door.

"Terao-kun, have you encountered any difficulties? If you have any concerns, you can tell me."

Terao Yasuke hesitated for a long time, and said: "I, I want to leave mafia, I want to go to school."

The voice was soft, deliberately pretending to be cold, but full of childishness.

Mori Ogai was not surprised at all when he said this, but he showed a sly smile: "Don't worry Terao-kun, I promised you the best education, I keep my word."

"That--"

"But you have to do your job well first, and Terao-kun can rest when we stabilize the situation in the new site."

Terao Yasuke was annoyed: "Mr. Mori is a liar, you clearly said that you will send me to school when I grow up, why don't you count your words?"

"Okay, Terao-kun, don't be angry, come, have a snack, open your mouth, ah—"

"I want to go to school."

"Oh, Terao-kun is so cute when he is angry, even if I am hard-hearted, I will be fascinated by you."

"But I hate Boss Sen so much, I decided to change jobs, and I'm going to find a new boss who keeps his word."

Terao Yashu knew that Mori Ogai was trying to put him off on purpose, so he didn't bother to waste any more words, lost his temper and walked out of the office.

When he was going out, he passed Dazai, but because he was angry, he completely ignored him and walked over.

Seeing him walking away, Dazai felt inexplicably upset.

What, did you ignore him on purpose, or did you not see him?

Seeing Dazai frowning, Mori Ogai asked, "Dazai-kun, is there a problem?"

Dazai sneered: "It's nothing, but that Terao-san seems to have sent me some unhealthy photos."

"Ok?"

"I feel he sexually harassed me and I have proof."

He suspected that the instigator of these photos was Yashu Terao.

It must be like this, Terao Yashu pretended not to care about him on the surface, but secretly made those photos secretly, sent them to him, and harassed him day and night.

It turned out to be a perverted harasser.

Mori Ogai thought for a while, smiled and shook his head: "How is it possible, Terao-kun doesn't know you at all, he hasn't even seen your face."

"...He doesn't know me?"

It's strange that someone in Mafia doesn't know him?

"Mafia's youngest cadre" - Dazai has always dismissed this title, but now he finds that someone doesn't recognize him, which makes him inexplicably displeased.

"Don't be surprised, Terao-kun is like this, he is not interested in anything except missions."

"is it?"

"Before, in order to reward Terao-kun, I specially applied for a black card for him, but he didn't know how to use it, so he folded the card in half."

It sounds stupid.

At noon the next day, Dazai came to the chief's office again. After opening the door and entering, he didn't see Mr. Mori, but Yasu Terao who was sleeping soundly.

Yasho Terao propped her face with one hand, leaned half of her body on the sofa in the hall, and just fell asleep.

Seeing that there was no one around, Dazai walked over quietly, sat down on the carpet, and looked at the other person's face suspiciously.

That's weird, this guy doesn't look like one of those perverted harassers.

Moreover, such a small one, just curled up on the sofa like this, is very well-behaved, like a little rabbit who is slaughtered...

Wait a minute, what a rabbit.

He really hoped that Terao Yashu would look ugly, preferably with a ferocious face full of fangs, so that he would have enough reasons to hate Terao Yasuke.

But this person is very good-looking, his facial features seem ordinary, but they are unusually eye-catching.

No matter how good-looking she is, she is still a perverted harasser.

Dazai tried to dispel his wild thoughts, at this moment, Terao Yashu swayed in his sleep, as if he was about to fall to the ground.

He didn't know which tendon was wrong, but he quickly stretched out his hand and supported the opponent's head with his arms and hands.

Terao Yashu woke up in a daze, and said, "Mr. Mori?"

At that moment, Dazai's breathing stopped briefly.

Then, he nodded mysteriously, "Well, I'm Mr. Sen."

In Terao Yasuke's view, no one except Mr. Mori would dare to approach him.

Mr. Sen's office is the safest place, he can completely let go of all guards, rest and sleep here without any scruples.

Terao Yashu felt that the other party's voice was wrong, but he was sleepy and didn't care: "Is it time for work?"

It was already time to go to work, Dazai wanted to remind him to get up and work quickly, but he said: "No, go on to sleep."

Terao Yashu felt relieved and went back to sleep.

Seeing that he was fast asleep, Dazai heaved a sigh of relief inexplicably, and then he realized his situation, and suddenly began to be at a loss again.

That, should he withdraw his hand, or should he keep supporting the other person's head with his hand?

He spent more than ten minutes thinking about this question, and during this time, Terao Yasuke lay on his hands and fell asleep with peace of mind.

Even in his sleep, his body would move from time to time, and Dazai had to adjust his posture to follow his movements.

Because I was afraid of waking up the other party, I had to be careful, not even daring to breathe.

After such a stalemate for a long time, his arms were sore and his feet were numb.

Until later, Mori Ogai walked in, witnessed this scene, and found it very interesting.

"Dazai-kun, what are you doing?"

Dazai froze, his face paled in shock, he quickly withdrew his hand and fled.

Dazai fled, but in this way, Terao Yashu's body lost support, so he rolled straight off the sofa and fell to the ground.

He thought he was being attacked, so he quickly stood up and drew his gun: "Who?"

Mori Ogai didn't speak, but stared at him closely, and let out a strange laugh.