I write dog blood in Yokohama

I suspect Osamu Dazai is trying to fuck me, and I have proof.

Look at Akutagawa Ryunosuke who is standing there, the murderous aura that manifested can smash this place to pieces on the spot, he has no intention of restraining his breath, if it is not for the fact that Osamu Dazai is just standing in front of me, he might put someone in front of me. A black mud spirit also stabbed us together, and tied the two of us together in a string with clothes.

"I... I don't believe it..."

The boy without eyebrows clenched his fists forbearance, and coughed with excitement: "Then, please fight with Zai next..."

"It's something that doesn't exist."

Before Ryunosuke Akutagawa could finish speaking, I suddenly interrupted him with a blank face, and said very naturally while hiding behind the black mud spirit: "Mr. Dazai, you kill...you are stupid..."

Damn, what did Zhesha say.

Fold evil spirit=English Brokenbrake=destruction.

It took me two seconds to change the replaceable vocabulary in my heart, I thought about it, and quickly changed my words: "You broke me."

Dazai Osamu: "..."

The bandage-wrapped black-haired boy seemed to be very silent, the black mud on his face remained unchanged, he turned his head slightly to look over, "I can't control this guy, it's fine if he doesn't blame him for cheating himself."

While defending himself wisely in a hurry, he quietly grabbed the black coat on the back waist of the other party, and moved closer to him, in case Akutagawa over there made a disagreement with his ability and stabbed me.

However, Akutagawa seemed to be even angrier after hearing my timely excuse, and the clothes on his body turned into spikes: "You bastard..."

"How dare you tease Mr. Dazai!"

I:?

As soon as his spikes attacked, they were wiped away by Osamu Dazai raising his hand. The boy's expression was a little unclear, and his attitude changed a lot from before. The shoulders that were put down did not move much: "Akutagawa."

"Do you still have time to waste time here? The task given to you before has not been dealt with."

The bandaged boy showed an impatient look on his face again, and his tone was so cold that it made people's backs shudder. Although he was smiling, it didn't have any gentle meaning: "Use your brain before you do it, don't let it go." I repeat so many times, seriously, waste of my time..."

"Yes...but."

Akutagawa Ryunosuke clenched his fists, and stared at me fiercely with black eyes: "Next time, I must fight you, and prove to Mr. Dazai..."

I hurriedly dragged the black mud spirit, the former boss, out on my own initiative.

He accused the other party with his eyes expressionless, but Osamu Dazai walked forward as if nothing happened, with a smile on his face, he turned to look at me: "What does Xiaojiao think of my new subordinate?"

"Pitiful."

I was silent for a few seconds, and couldn't help but express my true inner thoughts.

Hearing my reply, Osamu Dazai rubbed his chin in surprise: "Poor... I don't think Xiaojiao is the kind of person who sympathizes with others, let alone the other party has the same position as you."

"Because, if I don't do as well as him."

Speechlessly, I looked at the black-haired boy who was the same height as me. After I became taller, I was full of confidence, and expressed my thoughts in dissatisfaction: "Your attitude towards me will be worse than him."

The smile on Dazai Osamu's face stagnated, and his kite-colored eyes stared at him. Up to now, I have been tempted so many times, so I'm not afraid at all, okay?

I didn't care about the other party's scrutiny, and thought that I was cheated by this guy just now, and I am currently working under the male god Zhongye, so I suddenly said without consideration: "In the end, you treat me too, for a while. Are you interested?"

"Sometimes you act like you really care, and sometimes you act like you don't care. You are called a PUA in the workplace! You always play with me so frivolously and show interest in me, it's bad..."

"A momentary interest?"

Osamu Dazai looked down at me who was complaining confidently, stretched out his slender fingers wrapped in bandages without changing his expression, and gently pinched my jaw. The moment he touched the skin, I immediately felt my bones There are changes.

The masculine features on my body faded quickly, the tied hair fell down, and the blue-white light suddenly appeared in front of my eyes. With my legs shrunk, I staggered forward a little unsteadily, and I quickly stepped back a few steps in fright, but was caught by the tall man in front of me. Many black-haired teenagers stretched out their hands to catch it.

"Maybe what you said is right, at the beginning." His palm touched my cheek, and his delicate face was slowly enlarged, "But..."

I felt my face wet, my eyes widened in shock, and before I could recover, I was dragged out the next second.

"Hey, bastard Dazai!!!"

A familiar teenager's voice sounded from behind, and just as I realized something, my wrist was grabbed by a strong palm.

A certain red-haired boy wearing a top hat pulled me with one hand, and grabbed my back collar with the other hand, pulled me out of the opponent's arms with force, and said in a very violent tone: "You bastard, yes! What are my...subordinates doing!???"

"Tsk."

The touch in his arms disappeared, and Osamu Dazai's expression suddenly turned down, he turned around in a bored manner, and raised his arms as if to spare me: "A certain slug that got in the way appeared, Yue—"

"お前..." Nakahara Nakaya's temples were throbbing, he gritted his teeth, turned his head to look at me who had been dragged out by him, and looked at me with a strange expression, and couldn't help but use his index finger to slap me Head: "You guys also give me a little bit of vigilance!"

"Eh?"

I am at a loss.

Seeing my bewildered expression, the orange-haired boy was suffocated. He simply raised his slender arm, grabbed my tie and dragged me down.

I had no choice but to jump to the position of the opponent's chest. When I came back to my senses, the incumbent boss, who was full of aura, had already wiped off the saliva marks on my face with his arms, so that my face was a little red.

"...I'm sorry." I covered my left face and responded to the other party a little bit aggrieved, thinking that I was wronged, it was obviously the black mud spirit and my former boss who made fun of me, how could I blame myself.

"Senior Chuya, have you changed your clothes yet?"

"……Um."

Being reminded of something, Zhong Yuanzhong finally remembered something, nodded in a low voice, and looked over with blue eyes: "By the way, you are too slow, aren't you? Haven't you changed yet?"

"First, don't change, the boss is waiting."

I quickly shook my head like a dog, and looked down at my transformed figure.

Because Osamu Dazai touched me, the supernatural power triggerer, my height and Adam's apple have changed back, and my hair has grown a bit (although it hasn't changed much at first glance), and now only If you haven't changed your clothes, there's no need to worry.

"Oh, let's go then." Zhong Yuanzhong also had nothing to say, he glanced at the suit on my body, walked over with his eyebrows slightly frowned, and helped me straighten the collar that was pulled just now and exposed the collarbone.

As everyone knows, Osamu Dazai, who was standing not far away like a background board, turned his back as if he was about to leave, had already pricked up his ears, and accurately captured the word "change clothes".

"Are you leaving now, this is boring—"

The bandage-wrapped black-haired boy elongated his voice, and immediately stepped on the anger of his good partner with precision. Zhong Yuan looked at him with black lines all over his face, but his expression became uncharacteristically cold, and he said in a low tone: "Hey Dazai."

"Don't treat my subordinates the same way you usually play with women."

"..."

Osamu Dazai was silent for a moment, then sighed and said slowly: "Chuya, you really don't show mercy when you talk."

Without taking the initiative to bring up the topic of dressing up just now, the black-haired boy shrugged his shoulders, and the relaxed expression on his face became silent, his kite-colored eyes stared at the orange-haired boy in front of him, and the corners of his mouth slightly curled: " Whether it's 'playing', who knows..."

***

I don't think he really knows.

I have a clear awareness of myself at all times, and understand that I am nothing to these original characters as an outsider. I think Osamu Dazai may classify himself as a friend...

But it is absolutely impossible to have emotions like liking!should.

Anyway, it’s impossible for me to be fooled, so I went to the chief’s office with my immediate superior without expression, and successfully reported the mission to Mori Ou Foreign Exchange, and learned that a certain big boss in the middle of the process had a strong interest in Chuya’s women’s clothing, However, the orange-haired boy resolutely rejected it.

"Is that so, what a pity."

"So Yaxun-kun, do you have anything else to say?"

Mori Ogai, who was sitting on the desk, smiled and looked at me who had not spoken. After all, Japanese is not very fluent so far, and I am not suitable for dictating the process to the other party.

"Yes." I coughed lightly, and quickly said in a complimenting tone: "Boss Mori, wise and powerful, tall and mighty, you are simply the greatest man in the organization!"

"...you go down if you have nothing to do."

Mori Ogai waved his hand as usual, the expression on his face remained unchanged: "Oh, by the way, Chuya-kun, Yahiro-kun, how is the preparation for the portrait you mentioned last time?"

Uh.

When I mentioned this, I immediately choked. Zhong Yuanzhong also obviously thought of the half-painted oil portrait last time, and said with a strange expression: "...Back to Boss, 50% of it is completed, I will urge her to finish the painting as soon as possible of."

"That's really great, I'm looking forward to Yahiro-kun's creation." Mori Ogai nodded with satisfaction, holding his hands: "Ah, there is one more thing, this week's Sunday PortMafia will be on the first floor The hall hosts a gala evening.”

"After all, it is a dinner party for you, so go to it if you have nothing to do."

"learn."

So, imitating Nakahara Nakaya, I bent over and flattered me again, and successfully returned to the high-end apartment where I lived.

Tired all day, I ran to the sofa and sat down on the soft cushion, tiredly looking at the ceiling above my head, and couldn't help but think about my current plan——

Today is Thursday, which is Thursday in Japan.

Tomorrow is Friday, then Saturday, my birthday, followed by a dinner at PortMafia, which is Sunday.

I have completed high-intensity tasks in the past two days, and I will definitely not have any emergencies left on me tomorrow, so Friday is the best time to talk. I couldn't help but took out my phone and turned to Ango Sakaguchi's phone number. Sent an email to:

【It's so lonely, I just want to get a gift tomorrow. 】

Ango Sakaguchi probably just finished work, so he replied very quickly: 【You really don’t see people...】

[I see, how do you want me to give it to you? 】

Huh?Is he really ready so early?

I rubbed my chin and thought about which place is suitable for the joint. My mind suddenly flashed to Mayara restaurant, and I was rejected by myself. Forget it, let the other party think about it——

[Thank you, Mr. Ango. Suki, then please meet at a place that suits the two of us and is a good date. 】

After the email was sent, it took a while for the phone to respond. From the language and words, it could be seen that the other party was in a very helpless mood.

[Why do you say that we are going on a date... Forget it, then the SEMPLICE restaurant, at 9:[-] tomorrow morning, I will wait for you there. 】