[Comprehensive] Confession Mask

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Yokohama, the festival venue near Central Park.

"Mishima, do you want to go to the summer festival together?"

"why not."

"No, I mean, the two of us were assigned to the summer festival venue."

"...Then don't just say half of it, you glib guy."

On the morning of the summer festival, Osamu Dazai's strange invitation was rejected mercilessly by Mishima as usual, but considering that this was actually Kunikida's arrangement, Mishima finally followed with submission.

If so, two figures, a man and a woman, sneaked into the venue before the festival started, relying on the privileges of members of the Armed Detective Agency.

This time the festival has not yet officially started, and the vendors who have bid for their stalls are still arranging their small stalls, connecting wires and preparing for the night market that will officially start in the afternoon.

And even Osamu Dazai, just passing by the stall, was invited by the stall owner to try various kinds of food, such as chocolate banana, caramel apple, fried noodles, soy sauce dumplings or cotton candy, etc. They just took a stroll around the summer festival and they already returned with a full reward without spending a penny.

"... Slightly, here you are."

"Give it to me?" Yusae Mishima looked at the apple candy that Osamu Dazai handed her.

"Mishima likes to eat sweet things, doesn't he?"

Osamu Dazai also stuffed marshmallows into her hands, and brought a banana covered with chocolate and colorful stars to her mouth, allowing her to take a bite reflexively, and then looked up at him as he chewed.

"...you don't like sweets?"

Unexpectedly, he would be fed by that poor god Dazai Osamu, the only reasonable option that appeared in Mishima Yukao's mind was this, and Dazai Osamu was startled, and laughed again.

It seems that I have never been kind to others all this time, and now even such a simple action has been questioned by the girl.

"No, the stall owner just gave it to me because he knew I like it. How many years do you think I've been in Yokohama?" After that, he continued to nibble on the remaining chocolate bananas nonchalantly, while Mishima Xie took a bite of the candy apple, and did not comment on Osamu Dazai's behavior of "giving her something she likes", and followed behind him quietly with her eyes closed.

If so, the two walked quietly between the stalls preparing for the summer festival.

Then, or maybe it was the first time that various Yokohama neighbors saw Mishima Yusao, seeing that she had long snow-white hair and was as beautiful as a foreign doll, and called Dazai to speak with admiration: "... Oh Dazai, is this a new member of the Armed Detective Agency? This year, you two will be in charge of security at the venue."

After walking for a day, he was suddenly caught by a cue. Mishima Yusei was looking up and smiling sweetly to explain, when he heard the man next door who was a head taller than him start to explain rather shamelessly: "No, no, Aunt Sato, this Apparently it's my new girlfriend...wow that hurts!"

Of course, before he could finish his sentence, Mishima hit Osamu Dazai's stomach hard with his vacant knee, and his nonsense was nimbly strangled in the cradle by her, while When Dazai was clutching his stomach and rolling all over the floor, Yuka Mishima showed a friendly and lovely smile to the aunt who greeted her: "Yes, auntie, today we two are responsible for the safety of the venue."

"Wow, this little girl looks better up close... Come here, Auntie is here to show you something..." Aunt Sato didn't seem to be a bit surprised that Dazai Osamu was beaten, seeing the little girl's natural expression On the contrary, he smiled happily, and took Yusae Mishima's hand to find some cute woven fake flowers among the summer festival accessories he sold, and even started a chat mode.

"It's hard work working with that idle Dazai..."

"...I also think oh, it's really hard ^_^"

"Haha, you are such an interesting little girl!"

Aunt Sato laughed loudly, as if lamenting her acquaintance with this girl, and smiled and borrowed a rubber band from the aunt at the stall next door, and then began to talk freely: "That glib Dazai often pays on credit in various stores in Yokohama. , Do you think that Auntie was really coaxed by him? It’s just that I’ve never seen a child as thick-skinned as him, and I feel that it’s a kind of performance to give things to him..."

"Yes, Mr. Dazai's thick skin makes me feel like a monkey is performing."

"That's right! Yes! It's a monkey..."

The auntie was merciless when she criticized Dazai, and even invited the auntie from the stall next door to talk about the embarrassing things Dazai did before.

As for Mishima Yoshikashi, sitting in Aunt Sato's stall, watching several aunts touch her face and play with her hair, even took out lip gloss and put it on her lips, until they said that Dazai had just entered the company. All the things she had done during that time were counted, and when she was about to step into "Last Year's Dazai", she herself was finally done.

Seeing that Aunt Sato finally picked a big bright red flower and pinned it on her right cheek, she returned her top hat to her, and pushed her to the side beside Dazai who had been chatting with other people.

"Okay, okay, this time it's finally a bit of a festival atmosphere, let's go back!"

The aunts pushed her back roughly, and Mishima, who was already a little confused, couldn't help but feel a little unsteady on her feet. It was Osamu Dazai who reflexively stretched out his hand to hold her arm, and then stabilized her body.

Sensing the tightness of her arm, and realizing that it was the strength of Dazai's landing on her arm, Mishima raised her head in a panic, wanting to break free in a hurry—then, at the moment when she raised her head, her gaze Collided with Dazai's.

Then, also at this moment, she noticed that after those deep and steady eyes met hers, there seemed to be a moment of surprise and surprise, but his nervous eyes were only in his eyes. Appeared for a moment, and was quickly suppressed by him.

"This really scares me..."

Osamu Dazai said in a low voice, with a friendly smile on his face, but he was a little flustered in his heart. After all, Osamu Dazai never thought that he would chat with other stall owners... It was only a cup of tea, Yusa Mishima Will come back like this.

I saw that her long snow-white hair, which was always casually tied in a low ponytail and draped behind her head, was now tied into a braid and put away, revealing the back of her snow-white neck—and Aunt Sato, who is good at weaving, was very handy with him. It's not that I don't know, but I didn't expect that aunt could actually use her hair to make flower-like braids on her head.

She even applied crimson blush on Mishima's almost transparent fair cheeks, and pinned a big red flower above her right ear.

Especially Yusae Mishima always dressed in black and white. The big red flower that suddenly appeared on her head was like a bright red rose that suddenly bloomed on the white snow. His face was even more charming.

Therefore, Dazai, who looked at Mishima Yusae's clear eyes, felt the contrast was too great, and felt his chest was stuffed with cotton, and his reaction force was inevitably slowed down. Thinking of how to speak the joke he is good at.

And this time, Aunt Sato, who was the instigator, broke the silence.

"How? Aunt Sato's craftsmanship is not bad—look at you looking stupid."

Aunt Sato at the stall started to claim credit with a smile, but Dazai, who was poked at the center of the matter, was stunned, and after reacting, he glared at Sato sadly with helpless and reprimanding eyes, and scratched the back of his head with his other hand free: " Really, auntie, don't make fun of me..."

But Aunt Sato was indeed Aunt Sato, she smiled brightly, and after a while she beckoned Dazai to pass, but Dazai was stunned, walked to Sato's side again, and heard the other party's sinister smile again.

"Looking good is good looking, but Dazai, you have to pay for it." She pointed to the flowers on Mishima's head.

"Isn't this free???" Dazai was stunned.

"This part is free, but then I couldn't help but give her our treasure, how about it? Will you pay?" Aunt Sato smiled happily, and then stretched out her hand to Mishima Yusao over there: "You If you don't pay the bill, let her take it off..."

"...All right, all right, I'll pay the bill!"

However, just before Aunt Sato was about to meet Yukae Mishima, Dazai, who was a head taller than the two women, hurriedly stretched out his slender hand, first strangled Aunt Sato's hand, as if worried that she would Started with Yusae Mishima's hairstyle, without saying a word, he took out the wallet from his pocket, and put a whole thousand yen into Aunt Sato's hand... Then he grabbed Mishima's arm and pulled her leave.

"Wait, Mr. Dazai, since it is the treasure of the town store, it would be better to give it back to Aunt Sato..." Mishima Yuzuo over there seemed to be not very clear about the development of the situation, so she asked seriously. Not interested.

"...It's okay, it's okay, just now it was just Aunt Sato's revenge on me. Maybe it's not the treasure of the shop at all." I just wanted to make fun of his usual credit, and wanted him to perform in front of Mishima Yusao It was just a one-time repudiation—he should and should have followed the trend.

But for some reason, at that moment, he just hoped that Yusae Mishima could own the flower in a legitimate way, and he even hoped that the flower was given to her by him.

Thinking of this, Osamu Dazai, who didn't understand why he had so many cumbersome thoughts, shrugged helplessly, smiled at Yusae Mishima, and then seemed not used to her attire, and hurried again Look away, and then the ear pinna is hot red.

——Yes, although I am not used to it, I have to buy it.

Who made Mishima and the red flowers look so good together?

They matched so well that just by staring at them, there was a trembling feeling that they were afraid that they would affect that beauty.

So, just for one day, he hoped that Mishima Yusao, who had to stay with him all day, could maintain this beauty.

Osamu Dazai lowered his eyes, because he was just holding Mishima's arm, so he was lucky not to reveal his unnatural and uncontrollable expression in front of her for the first time.

... Sure enough, no matter what time it is, people still have difficulty controlling themselves when it comes to beautiful things.

"So, Mr. Dazai, where are we going now?"

"Find, find a suitable place to keep an eye on..."

"What's wrong with you? It's been a little weird since just now."

"Okay, Mishima-san, shut up."

"No, can I recite the embarrassing things about you that Aunt Sato told me from this moment on?"

"...Wait, Mishima-san, just forgive me."

After all, the current him has been quite messed up by her, okay?

——Osamu Dazai couldn't help but think so.

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The author has something to say: The next day, the news that Dazai bought something for a woman on a date spread all over Yokohama

It's raining pies in Yokohama (heavy fog)

Write a little ambiguity here, otherwise you will often say that I don’t sprinkle sugar (stare)

Being pulled the red line is something that will happen tomorrow hahahahaha