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The world is like a slow motion movie suddenly.

Osamu Dazai knew what was going to happen. To be honest, ever since the cold relationship between the supervisor and the supervised actually deteriorated imperceptibly, they have never had less physical contact, but that’s all. .

Even though they slept together every day, the goodnight kiss on the forehead was the closest distance between them. At that time, it seemed that there was always something inexplicable and unclear between them, and Osamu Dazai really thought that since he would leave eventually, he should not get too close thought.

Gojo Satoru seemed to be aware of something, and always maintained an attitude that was just right but approaching every inch, but before he had time to wait for the result, Osamu Dazai left first.

As for Wujo Satoru's gaffe before he finally disappeared, it was not so much a kiss as it was more like a catharsis of despair before parting.

For Osamu Dazai, although he never confessed those sweet words that should belong to lovers, the joy of being able to meet again is real, and the idea that he might be able to live on this... is also real.

——As long as you have this dazzling and warm soul to accompany you in your future life.

Fate has never favored him, but if this is a miracle that only belongs to him, then he will be grateful for the world that once made him despair.

Gojo Satoru's face was getting closer and closer, but finally stopped just before touching it. The close distance made the two people's breath blend together.

He didn't seem sure why Osamu Dazai was staring straight at him, blinked his eyes, and pecked lightly on his lips tentatively.

Dazai still didn't move.

Gojo Satoru laughed inexplicably, "What are you doing, give me some feedback."

Osamu Dazai twitched his eyelashes, lowered his eyes, suddenly looked at Gojo Satoru, and then pushed him.

No push.

"You get up first." Osamu Dazai said.

Gojo Satoru raised his eyebrows and straightened up.

Osamu Dazai stood up from the stool and pushed him again.

"?"

Gojo Satoru, who didn't know why, followed Dazai Osamu's strength and lay down on the tatami mat. Seeing him kneeling on top of him, and then bending down, he vaguely guessed what he wanted to do.

Osamu Dazai looked down at the strongest conjurer from above, put one hand on his ear, and smoothed his loose white hair with the other.

"You..." Gojo Satoru, who had been waiting for a long time, opened his mouth to say something, but after only saying one word, his voice disappeared, and in an instant, his body felt as if it had been electrified.

Osamu Dazai pinched his earlobe with cool fingers, then lowered his head and licked him.

Immediately afterwards, without waiting for Gojo Satoru's reaction, he began to explore and research on his lips bit by bit, as if facing a fresh dish that he had never tasted before, or a new toy that he had never tried before.

Gojo Satoru wanted to respond, but as soon as he made a move, Dazai Osamu held his arm, and the other party told him with body language: Don't move.

Gojo Satoru: "..."

Is this some new torture?

Gojo Satoru couldn't tell whether it was enjoyment or suffering. Dazai Osamu's posture itself was a huge shock to him. The dominant aggressiveness in his nature formed a strong contrast with the state of being forced to endure at the moment. Gojo Satoru was excited almost instantly. trembled.

Just as Osamu Dazai was getting more and more in-depth, Gojo Satoru finally reached the limit. He pinched Osamu Dazai's neck, pushed his waist hard, and sat up suddenly. At the same time, he turned his head slightly to avoid his request. .

"Enough." The white-haired surgeon said hoarsely.

Both of them breathed a little, and Osamu Dazai was still straddling Gojo Satoru.

"Teacher Wutiao," he said with a smile, and his clear voice was moist, "I didn't expect you to be very...sensitive. I slept next to you every day, and I thought you couldn't do it."

Wutiaowu: "..."

"It seems that there is a little misunderstanding between us." He put his arms around Osamu Dazai's waist, and said with a smile, "In order to clear up this misunderstanding, I can give Dazai a class for free at night."

"Well, that's not necessary, I've already tested it." Osamu Dazai said without hesitation, "But we can discuss each other."

Wutiaowu: "..."

Is this guy testing or is he really confident in his self-control?

Gojo Satoru looked at him suspiciously, but only a fool would refuse.

"Aren't you going to let me go? Or is it that Mr. Wujo wants to discuss it during the day?"

...He still has to go to work, although he really wants to skip it.

Gojo Gojo let go of Dazai Osamu, and the latter got up and went to the bathroom. He just sat there in a daze for a while, and then saw Dazai Osamu suddenly come out again, this time in a hurry, rushing to Gojo Gojo with a low pressure , and kicked him hard on the leg.

The white-haired magician didn't even move, his beautiful and innocent face was full of inexplicable doubts, "What's wrong?"

"Hair! Who told you to cut it like this!!" Osamu Dazai pointed at his head and shouted at him almost angrily.

Gojo Satoru looked at his handicraft and didn't think there was anything wrong with it, "Isn't this pretty good?"

"It's good?" Osamu Dazai asked incredulously, "You almost lost your bangs and you said it was good?!" Dazai was furious, and kicked Wujo Gojo again, he really lost his head Only then will Gojo Goku touch his precious hair! !

Seeing that Osamu Dazai was so angry that he was about to jump—he had never been like this before, Gojo Satoru later realized that he seemed to have caused trouble, so he hurried forward, hugged him halfway and patted him on the back, coaxing him: "How can I cut it all off? Isn't there half of it left? I think it's cute, and it doesn't need to be trimmed all the time if it's shorter."

He said frankly that he felt good about himself but really deserved to be beaten.

Osamu Dazai: "..."

Osamu Dazai felt that he was about to explode with Gojo Satoru's anger, his chest heaved violently, and he slapped Gojo Satoru's hand soothing his chest away——

"Where is it cute?! I don't want to be cute!! Give me back my handsome hairstyle!!" He grabbed Gojo Satoru by the neckline, his face flushed with anger, and his words were full of murderous intent, "Believe it or not, I will All your hair has been pulled out!!”

Gojo Satoru: "..."

Wujo Wujo couldn't help but imagined the horror scene of his handsome and flowing white hair being pulled out by Dazai with his bare hands, and couldn't help shivering, and said: "Okay, okay, don't be angry, I was wrong , next time I will trim it as it is, and it will grow back in two months at most..."

Dazai Osamu hadn't spoken yet, Gojo Satoru's cell phone rang suddenly, he took it out, glanced at Dazai Osamu, and said solemnly: "It's Youruhito's call, there must be something wrong."

"I'm not sure you won't answer." Osamu Dazai said expressionlessly.

Gojo Wu then picked it up, Xindao Youren had better ask him for something urgent and needs him to show up immediately.

"Teacher! Do you still remember the person I told you about last time! It's the supernatural person who attacked me and Kei in Yokohama! He just ran to the high school and asked about Mr. Dazai's whereabouts!" The voice of Hirohito Hiroshi on the phone The head rang, "What should we say? Uh, you should have found Mr. Dazai, right?"

Gojo Satoru's recent positive changes can be more or less noticed by those around him.

Gojo Satoru glanced at Dazai Osamu again, he must be able to hear the words of Kojou Yujin at such a close distance.

"Don't tell him, just pretend that you don't know." Osamu Dazai said.

Gojo Satoru raised an eyebrow.

"Huh? Mr. Dazai?" Hiroto Hiroto also heard Osamu Dazai's voice.

"Then let's do that." Wujo Satoru said.

"Well... I also think it's better not to say it." Knotabazu Yujin suddenly lowered his voice, and whispered, "He may be your rival in love, teacher."

Gojo Satoru didn't care too much, he wanted to care about his rival in love or not, no matter how many people Osamu Dazai had provoked in the past, he would grab one now if he had the ability, but he still accepted the student's kindness and said, "I see."

Eight out of ten | Nine people from Port Mafia.

"By the way, teacher, since Mr. Dazai is here with you, can we come and see him? We miss him a little bit." Knotabagi Yuhito complained, "And teacher, you didn't even tell us when you found someone. If it wasn’t for someone coming to block us this time, we wouldn’t know.”

Gojo Satoru thought for a while, and said, "Then it's the weekend, you guys come over..."

"No." Osamu Dazai interrupted him coldly.

Wujo Wu stuck out of his shell, his eyes slipped past his short bangs, he cleared his throat, and said again, "This weekend is not going well, let's talk about it in... two months later!"

Knotweed Yuren: "???"

Gojo Satoru hung up the phone straight away, and looked at Osamu Dazai's hair again, but he still didn't think it was ugly at all. It would be better to say that Osamu Dazai's face would not look ugly with any hairstyle.

Hmm, the sullen face is also cute.

But obviously Osamu Dazai couldn't accept it.

Gojo Satoru scratched his face, "I...go to work first?"

Osamu Dazai sneered twice.

Gojo Satoru: "... I'm going to be late."

"It's your problem to cut my hair like this without my consent," said Osamu Dazai.

Gojo Wujo thinks that I asked you to cut your hair, and you agreed... You replied bluntly: "Yeah, it's my question, I didn't ask clearly."

"Since it's your problem, if I want to forgive you, you need to make corresponding compensation." Osamu Dazai said slowly.

"...What kind of compensation do you want?"

"I haven't figured it out yet, but it's not a matter of principle between us."

The question of principle between them...is this telling him that he knows his limit?

Gojo Satoru thought for a moment, and agreed: "Okay."

Osamu Dazai nodded and waved his hands indifferently: "You go."

Gojo Satoru felt like he was going to throw it away after he used it up, so he leaned over angrily, bit him on the face before leaving.

Osamu Dazai wiped the saliva off his face in distaste, stroked the short hair on his forehead, puffed his mouth angrily, thinking that he was so annoying, and that he would have to let Wujo Wu clear the field for running in the morning.

……

Time passed slowly in the fat house where Osamu Dazai refused to see people and the uninterrupted restorative exercise. Compared with before, the two became closer. Because they were inseparable day and night, some living habits gradually tended to unanimous.

Occasionally, the two of them would discuss some mysteries only about lovers at night, but due to some objective factors, Gojo Satoru had no chance to try the things placed in the secret compartment.

On New Year's Eve, Osamu Dazai stood in front of the mirror in a well-fitting Japanese-style new clothes, touched his forehead hair, and breathed a sigh of relief, finally growing up.

Gojo Satoru walked up behind him, wearing a kimono similar to his style, and they will attend the year-end dinner of Gojo's house together tonight.

Gojo Satoru looked at Dazai Osamu in the mirror, and suddenly put his hand on top of his head, making a gesture.

"I've grown taller..." he murmured.