hat and bandage

what is love?

If it is a normal textbook, it will definitely use gentle and delicate language to describe and guide, and use short and concise fables to describe, trying to promote the concept of love to everyone, it is selfless, dedication, care, tolerance and understanding, It is the physical and mental fit between lovers, it is respect for both lovers, leaving a free space for each other... Always use old-fashioned and blunt words to describe the theoretical view of love, even if it often contradicts with reality.

Osamu Dazai thought, what a hypocritical and meaningless beautiful talk.

His love is distorted and extreme, full of coercive and terrifying possessiveness, entangled tightly with teeth and claws, even regardless of the other party's wishes, no matter what, he wants to occupy the other party's space, no matter how willful, coquettish, or even more excessive The means, such as stalking, surveillance, in short, relying on the softness of his beloved lover, bit by bit to completely occupy his life.

Unable to bear other people's touch to him, and even more unable to accept other people's covetousness towards him. In the age of darkness, a more gloomy and terrifying man would purse his thin and cool lips, and completely eradicate all attempts to seize him in his behavior. Take his factors, even if everything is used as a pawn.

Love is possessive.

At least for Dazai Osamu.

Selflessness and letting go are absolutely unacceptable things for him. A cowardly man like him would feel afraid even in the midst of happiness. He would worry about losing all the time. Sometimes he was really tired and wanted to turn around completely. To escape, but the lover who is too cute makes him unable to make up his mind anyway.

If you can't occupy it, you can't feel at ease, but there are too many things in this world that can affect your mind, even if it is him, there is no way to occupy another person's entirety.

Ah, thinking about it this way, it turns out that dying for love is the destination of his soul.

He fantasizes that one day he and Zhongya will sink together in the cool water of the river in spring. He must choose a beautiful and clear river, and then let the water flow by. , the whole world is left with only the two of them.

……

One of Osamu Dazai's eyes was punched out with a striking bruise, like an eye circle, which looked a little ridiculous.

But the instigator clapped his hands without mercy, picked up the jacket that he had thrown down earlier, turned around and left without looking back with a cold face.

"Zhongye, Zhongye? Zhong-ye-"

Osamu Dazai followed out pitifully with a drawn-out voice. The door was trembling with fright from the loud noise just now. He didn't know whether he should go back and call the police back. The restaurant manager hesitated until the orange-haired young man looked He walked out with a stinky face without squinting, and the black-haired man with a large bruise on his face followed closely behind him. He gave an apologetic laugh, and stared at the two people's backs in a daze.

"..."

Edogawa Conan looked at the two inexplicably.

This was probably the most unlike couple he had ever seen.

One of them followed sneakily, and the other did not hesitate to attack his lover cruelly.

Look at Osamu Dazai's beaten face, but even so, it is still too good-looking. The little scars and bruises don't make him feel embarrassed at all, but it adds a little sickly beauty, and the special pair The iris eyes are even more melancholy and pitiful. When Osamu Dazai is willing, he can easily make everyone like him. After all, being watched by such a pair of affectionate eyes, I am afraid that anyone will involuntarily soften their hearts, or , how hard-hearted must be to ignore such a pair of gentle and melancholy eyes?

Even Nakahara, who was angry at his head, couldn't bear such a gaze. He was annoyed by Dazai's overly possessive and pathological behavior countless times, but he was discouraged by the other party's pitiful and melancholy apologies time and time again, even though he knew that the other party would definitely I haven't really regretted it, although I will definitely dare to apologize next time, Mr. Nakaya really has nothing to do with this man.

He could only avoid eye contact with a cold face, and left in a huff with the dazed Urihi Ochako, Dazai Osamu who was left behind scratched his hair in distress, and then sighed pretendingly: " Oh, oh, the little dwarf is angry again, and he will never be found if he is doing well."

His voice was very soft, like a soliloquy that only he could hear when he had nothing to do. After the orange-haired young man disappeared, the black-haired man slightly bent his eyes and showed a hypocritical smile , he bent down and looked at Edogawa Conan, "Really, how should I put it, you really like to get involved in things that you shouldn't be involved in, little detective?"

"...No matter what, stalking is not a good behavior. It is illegal. Besides, no one likes being stalked?" After leaving the Central Plains Chuya, his line of sight became extraordinarily cold and false. Although it was not obvious, as long as you saw him staring at his lover, you would be able to see through the hypocrisy of his current appearance.

One after the other, the gap is too big.

It's a bit similar to Shimamoto Yone, as if they are not interested in this world, they can only see one person.

Such a guy is easy to do some shocking and absurd things.

"Oh, I said it was just a coincidence, huh? It just happened to happen—" Osamu Dazai put his hands in his pockets, quietly staring at the boy's face with his iris-colored eyes, as if he wanted to firmly remember the other person's appearance, and then He straightened his back, hummed a little tune, and ignored Conan behind him.

Since Zhong wanted to send Liri Ochako home first, Osamu Dazai went back to the apartment first.

Back at the apartment, Dazai whimpered and turned into the kitchen, struggled to find an unopened bottle of ketchup in the refrigerator he had stuffed with a lot of things, then bounced to the door, put the ketchup Squeezing half of it onto the ground, creating bloodstains that were cheap to death, and then rolled around on the ground, then squeezed out the remaining half of the tomato sauce and wiped it away.

Nakahara Chuya, who rushed back, opened the door with the key, and looked at the "murder" scene in front of him blankly. He stared at Osamu Dazai who was pretending to be dead on the ground, his nose was full of the smell of tomato sauce, and there was no root at all. The bottle that was not thrown far rolled to the side of the slippers.

Veins popped out again on Mr. Nakaya's head. He took a deep breath, exhaled it again, changed his shoes with a cold face, and walked into the room directly stepping on Osamu Dazai's back.

"...Chuya, you are so heavy."

The one who was stepped on let out a muffled groan, and Osamu Dazai tremblingly raised one hand, as if cheating a corpse, and slammed it back down again.

"No matter how heavy it is, it's not as heavy as you!" Zhong Yuanzhong also paused, and stared back like a fried hair: "Also, clean up the tomato sauce at the door by myself, and I will be the first to throw you away if you get bugs." go out."

"I'm here to simulate for you the murder scene I saw in the restaurant." Osamu Dazai said in a muffled voice, "I want to share interesting things together."

"Ah, is it?"

Zhong also casually responded, glanced at the time in a hurry, went to the room and dug out a change of clothes, took off the gloves and choker, and the ring finger ring, and put them on the table in the room together.

There is a party at six o'clock in the evening, and you can't go there smelling of sweat.

Put the slippers at the door of the bathroom, walk in with bare feet, turn on the hot water faucet in the bathtub, test the water temperature, then put it on one side and let it drain the water. He took off his bottoming shirt and pants and threw them into the laundry basket beside him.

He turned on the shower and showered his body. After wetting his hair, he squeezed a little shampoo into his hand. It smelled a little special. It was his favorite brand. It was fresh and not too pungent. Even Dazai followed him to use it. .

A head of orange hair was slowly rubbed into a pile of soft white bubbles. After rubbing it off simply and roughly, he put his head under the shower to wash off the foam, then reached out and touched the bath ball on the shelf, and put it on I also rubbed bubbles all over my body.

After rinsing thoroughly, the water in the bathtub beside him was also put away, the shower was turned off, and Mr. Nakaya sat on his toes, half lying down, leaving only one wet body. The orange head remains on the water.

call.

No Japanese would refuse such a treat.

Soaking in hot water, as if the tiredness and bad things of the whole day have been cleared away, it is a rare enjoyment.

Then the bastard who disturbed him for a rare moment of comfort in the day secretly picked the lock of his bathroom door with a smile on his face that made him want to punch him.

"Ch-also?"

"Puff." Zhong Yuan subconsciously let out a breath in the water, and several tumbling bubbles immediately appeared on the surface of the water.

"You want to be beaten again?" Zhong Yuanzhong also narrowed his eyes, threatening fiercely, he didn't intend to move, but continued to nest in the water.

Dazai, who was dressed in ketchup, threw his coat into the laundry basket, and he happily leaned over, sat cross-legged on the edge of the bathtub, folded his hands on the edge of the bathtub, put his head on top of it, blinked his iris eyes, and flattered him. The coquettish tone elongated the tone: "The floor is cleaned."

"Oh." Zhong Ye replied coldly: "But what does this have to do with you breaking into my bathroom?"

"If you want to take a bath, you have to wait until I finish washing."

"Also, keep your ketchup-smeared head and your hands away, if you touch the water or touch me, you will get out of here."

Osamu Dazai's eyes lit up, "Then I'll just sit down obediently, and I can stay here, right?"

I didn't mean that!

Zhong Yuanzhong was also choked, with a look of unlovable disgust.

He was so tired that he didn't want to talk, he just tilted his head back and leaned against the edge of the bathtub, "What's wrong with you? Do you have to sit on the wet floor and watch me take a bath?"

"Oh, this is one of the fun things in life." Dazai rolled his eyes and tilted his head obediently: "After all, slugs that can soak in hot water by themselves are still rare, and they can probably be regarded as creatures from the biological world. A strange phenomenon."

"So I thought I should take a picture of—"

"Okay, shut up, you pervert." Zhong Yuanzhong also poured water on his face indifferently.

Every time he fails to do something, he will use various tricks to distract Zhongya's attention, and he has become accustomed to it many times.

This troublesome and willful bastard man.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also a little frustrated, he just got used to this restless guy all day long.

Zhong also didn't have the habit of being stared at in the bath at all, even if that person was his lover, he hurriedly stood up from the water, dried his body with a towel, and left the bathroom for a black-haired man in ketchup.

"Knock knock."

There was a knock on the door of the apartment, and Nakaya, who had put on his normal clothes, had just dried his hair before putting on his ring and gloves when he heard the sound and walked over to open the door.

It's Shouta Aizawa next door.

Even if he was going to a party, the man still dressed in a black battle suit opened his listless fish eyes and said hello.

"It's almost time. I'm going to go out. Do you want to go together?"

Nakahara Chu also looked back hesitantly at Dazai who hadn't come out yet.

To be honest, he really wanted to leave that bastard at home.

But the address of the meeting has already been known by the other party. In order to avoid any bad behavior from that overly possessive guy who is extremely capable of making things happen, Zhong Yuanzhong can only shake his head regretfully: "You go first, I will Wait until that guy Dazai is done with it before leaving."

"Oh, then I'll go first." Aizawa nodded calmly without thinking too much, "I'll tell you at midnight, don't be late."

"Don't worry, you won't be late."

Zhong Yuanzhong also opened the corner of his mouth, showing a confident and unruly smile.

After all, when it comes to drag racing, he has never been afraid of anyone.

When he was 15 years old, he was able to run the entire Yokohama on a motorcycle.

The author has something to say: Chiu Ye: Every day when I come home from get off work, I can see Da Zai pretending to be dead.jpg

With a dead BGM.jpg

Dazai: What should I do if I fail to do things and my lover finds out?

Dazai: Then...continue to do things, just distract the other party's attention.

I now find that my plot always depends on what handbook I read at station B, what BGM/cheek I listened to