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＊ If Dazai Osamu could grow backwards

＊ Bloody ooc. HE

If you don't look at that watery, fair, tender face with a little baby fat, you will always mistake Dazai Osamu's age.

It happened a long time ago. Before the "glorious" resume of the youngest cadre became famous, the old mafia elders would always earnestly educate the newcomers, telling them not to look down on people because of their looks and age, otherwise they would die a miserable death.

But I soon realized that there was no need for that - no one would look down on Dazai Osamu.

Some people reflect on this: if we only look at the appearance of Dazai Osamu, what kind of first impression would he leave on others? A strange boy wrapped in bandages, or a pretty kid with a pale face?

No, neither. It's hard to describe that feeling. His iris-colored eyes are like glass beads, crystal clear at first glance, but with a cold halo when you look closely. Even if there's a little sunlight flashing through occasionally, it still feels cold to the touch; his voice is still full of immature boyishness, and the ending tone often rises playfully, but it sounds like a knife or snow, cold and light, sharp and sharp, which makes people unable to have the slightest disrespectful thoughts.

When Dazai Osamu cast his gaze, it was as if he was looking down from a higher dimension, but it was not indifference. It was an emotionless, pure disregard, and few people could be reflected in his eyes.

It doesn't look like arrogance, nor is it a personality trait. It's more like after experiencing all kinds of life, I'm back to the starting point, so I just stand by the side of the world and walk into life as a bystander.

Thank God, the subordinates will not and dare not worry about these terrifying things, and only a few people really have headaches.

"You are more beautiful than I could have imagined. It was a good decision to give you this job." Mori Ogai sat at the table, praising her sincerely while flipping through the report. He probably had a meeting this afternoon, so he symbolically tidied himself up. His black hair was much smoother, and his beard was shaved clean. He looked handsome, and when his fingers were pressed together, he gave people a sense of oppression that could not be ignored.

Dazai crossed his arms and said "hmm" twice perfunctorily, just like when he sent his poor partner to write a report. Seeing that Mori Ogai wanted him to continue to be a corporate slave, he immediately curled his lips and said, "No! The suicide pills promised last time have not been given yet. Mr. Mori's words are completely untrustworthy. You just want to trick me into working for nothing!"

Mori Ogai comforted him: "Oh, how can you call it a lie? You were having fun, weren't you?"

This is probably the only company that can describe work as play.

Dazai stared at him for a while. The atmosphere was not tense, but a little stiff. Finally, as if nothing had happened, he suppressed all his emotions and said, "What a trouble... Next time I want to take a week off, no, two weeks!"

Mori Ogai agreed with a smile, and before he left, he pointed to the bandage that had been hidden under his black suit. That was exactly the place he had covered with his arms just now, "Dazai-kun, the bandage there is loose."

With his back to the meaningful voice, Dazai paused. Following Mori Ogai's words, he looked at his arm and uttered a soft "hmm". The movement of raising his arm was just in the blind spot of the other party's vision. "It's not loose, Mr. Mori, are you getting old and blurry? The bandage is a part of your body. If it's loose, I will feel it immediately."

He smiled and slowly emphasized the latter sentence, with an ambiguous light flashing in his eyes.

"Really? Then I must have seen it wrong. It's really troublesome to get old—" Mori Ogai dragged out the last word and was stepped on by Little Alice.

Dazai Osamu walked to the door, raised his eyebrows, and said with a smile that he would buy him supplements and try his best to prevent him from suffering from Alzheimer's disease, then closed the door quite ruthlessly.

There is no flaw. Mori Ogai thought so, sighed softly, lowered his head and asked: "What do you think, Alice-chan?"

Alice snorted coldly, "Rintaro is a big idiot! I told you it's impossible to fool him like this!"

Mori Ogai didn't see any loose bandages at all, he just noticed that there was something wrong with Dazai Osamu's movements, so he made a move on a whim, but it was a pity that it was of no use.

"Alas, isn't this just caring?" Mori Ogai sighed in a melancholy manner, but his eyes were cold. He picked up the report again, the information was intertwined in his mind, and he restored the situation at that time.

"Exceeding imagination and beautiful", this is not an empty word, Dazai Osamu's method is so clever that even he, an old hunter, is frightened. You think he is laying the thread of conspiracy, but it is just a way to play with the prey - before being entangled by the spider silk, the enemy has already entered the Pansi Cave, with no way out.

Even if he had been immersed in this since birth, he should not have such sophisticated and ruthless means. Just like Mori Ogai has always been secretly shocked by Dazai Osamu's mind-control skills, he knows that there is something fishy about these things.

There are always people who say that Dazai Osamu can read people's minds. With a micro-expression or a small movement, he can guess people's psychology to a high degree, and even Mori Ogai cannot avoid it. As an old fox who is a habitual liar, he has never felt so powerless even when facing the recognized strongest person, the overly sensitive and experienced Natsume teacher.

The more he experienced, the clearer his guesses became, so magical that he wanted to laugh at himself.

——If Dazai Osamu's experience is richer than Natsume Soseki's...

"Forget it, let's just leave it at that for today." Mori Ogai rubbed his temple and put on a smile again, "Alice! There's still a long time before the afternoon meeting, let's try on the little skirt first!"

Alice stuck her tongue out at him as she ran, "Rintaro, you pervert! I don't want to try on the skirt you bought!"

It's not a lie... Mori Ogai looked at the superpower, as if he could see clearly into his own heart. That child really needs care.

Dazai Osamu went all the way back to the dormitory - he had always been indifferent to things like housing, food and clothing. That day, Mori Ogai said that he had reserved a room for him, so he lazily agreed and never changed his mind.

Hiss. There was no one around, so he took a deep breath and removed the bandage on his wrist bit by bit. He leaned his face closer and seemed to hear the sound of bones rubbing against each other. It hurt, but he was used to it. As the number of reverse growth increased, the insignificant minor problems gradually evolved into minor problems that needed to be taken seriously, such as now - partial reverse growth and restoration, although it would not take long, the onset time was uncertain, which gave him a headache.

He sighed and wrapped the bandage back around his neck.

Reverse growth. In Dazai Osamu's eyes, this is a setting that should only exist in fairy tales, but it happened to him.

He can only grow to the age of about 30, and then, as if time is flowing backwards, he will return to the age of 14 little by little. In the eyes of those who desire eternal life, this is simply a gift from God, even if the process is excruciating.

This was his thirteenth seventeen-year-old experience. Although his brain could instantly figure out his real age, Dazai Osamu selectively blocked it. He tried to commit suicide, but not only did he not die, but it also accelerated his reverse aging, causing him to bite his lips in pain.

He has been through so much and seen so much that it is no exaggeration to say that there are mountains of corpses and seas of blood behind him. The inevitable wear and tear of human emotions has gradually made him doubt: Is life really meaningful?

He didn't know. He was looking for answers from Mori Ogai, and although he would continue to look no matter what the other party said, he wanted an answer.

Unfortunately, there is no Mori Ogai.

Dazai Osamu was rolling around aimlessly on the bed when he suddenly heard footsteps at the door. It was Nakahara Chuuya, the other party had his room key, and now the key was inserted into the lock. Sure enough, a clear and flamboyant boy's voice sounded after a while: "Hey, what's wrong, you look so miserable? Is my report okay?"

"No problem, no problem, the dog did a great job, I have to praise you." Dazai Osamu half-lay down and raised his face, showing a smile that made Nakahara Chuuya disgusted. He held the soft pillow in one hand and pretended to touch his head with the other hand, but Nakahara Chuuya took the opportunity to hold his wrist.

"...Hmm?" Nakahara Chuuya, who was originally planning to violently lift the person up, uttered a hesitant nasal sound, his azure eyes rolled around, and he couldn't help but pinch the slender wrist bone in his hand again, forgetting his original plan. "I say, is your wrist a little thinner?"

Huh? Dazai Osamu was surprised. How come he didn't know that the other party had held his wrist like this? Moreover, even he himself had to feel it carefully before he could detect the difference. This guy was not so sensitive in this regard...

Although he was thinking of a long speech, his expression did not reveal any clue. He responded lazily, pulled his clenched hand, and did not move at all.

"You and Mr. Mori are both acting strange today. Were you drugged together? The kind that makes people stupid. Isn't it normal for wrists to be thicker or thinner? Just like slugs are molluscs, it's normal for them to be wider or flatter. Although it's abnormal for yours to be so flat."

"You are the stupid one. Stop talking about other people's height, you idiot! It's not the flesh on your wrist, it's the joints..." Nakahara Chuuya retorted with gritted teeth and suddenly fell silent.

As expected, Dazai Osamu looked at her suspiciously, "You can even notice this, you didn't do anything in private, did you? Yeah, I see, the dog's concern is really touching, do you want me to touch your head?"

Nakahara Chuuya seemed to be so angry that his black coat fluttered. "Get lost! Who cares about you? Just lie here and get moldy, and then die on your own!"

Dazai watched him leave, and buried his face in the pillow again, his smile disappearing. His goal was achieved, and Nakahara Chuuya was always easy to deceive, but he felt inexplicably tired.

Dazai Osamu never doubted that he was a hypocritical person. He was full of lies, wore a false mask every day, and showed little sincerity in his emotions - it sounds excessive, but it would be fine if it was just like this.

He was clearly disguising himself as a seventeen-year-old, but in his actions he was always unscrupulous, not disguising his means and indifference, as if he was deliberately leaving loopholes and doing the exact opposite.

Which side did he want? Dazai Osamu didn't know, and he couldn't figure it out after thinking about it for so many years.

This is an unsolvable problem. If you want to give your heart to gain warmth, you should not keep this secret; but once you gain warmth, watching the other person grow old with a youthful appearance will bring greater sadness.

Dazai Osamu is a human being, and he is also afraid of pain. If he experiences that again and again, one day he will become completely numb and completely lose the qualification to be a human being.

Staring at the wrist bone that was held just now, Dazai Osamu snorted in his heart, scolding himself for being a coward who couldn't even get rid of such a small thing. He deleted the shadow of Nakahara Chuuya from his mind, was too lazy to make the bed and himself, and began to sleep.

When he woke up, it was already night. Dazai Osamu jumped out of bed, twisted his aching neck, and stretched like a cat. There was no rush for work, he had a drink with Odasaku Ango tonight. Mori Ogai was uncomfortable until he was bald.

Taking small and easy steps, Dazai Osamu pushed open the door and saw Oda Sakunosuke who was already waiting. The atmosphere of Lupin was still peaceful and warm, and the dim light floated in the air, giving the wine glass a slightly tipsy color.

The boy sat down next to the red-haired man. Before he could snap his fingers, the store manager had already pushed the wine in front of him and smiled slightly, as if to show respect.

Dazai Osamu winked at him, then lowered his head to look at the calico cat squatting on a stool nearby, and greeted with a smile: "You are here too, teacher."

The calico cat meowed loudly.

"Is this still the same cat as before?" Oda Sakunosuke, who was holding a wine glass and looking at Dazai Osamu, suddenly spoke. There was no doubt in his calm voice, but it was indeed a question without a doubt.

"Yeah, don't you think he's cute and smart?" With a certain evil taste, Dazai Osamu emphasized the word "cute".

The calico cat meowed again, this time it was much shorter, as if it was dissatisfied.

Oda Sakunosuke stared at the kitten for a second, then nodded politely, "Indeed."

Sakaguchi Ango hadn't arrived yet, so the two of them started chatting. Communicating with Oda Sakunosuke was always pleasant. He didn't need to think about what to say or how to make the atmosphere less awkward. He just needed to speak freely. There was never any "awkwardness" between them.

"Odasaku, I accidentally sprained my wrist today, it really hurts." Dazai Osamu raised one hand - to be honest, it doesn't hurt much now, otherwise he wouldn't bring it up. But he still waved it in front of Odasakunosuke, and received a thoughtful look from the man.

Oda Sakunosuke said with his usual serious expression, "Do you want me to blow on you? They say that blowing on it will stop the pain."

Dazai Osamu, who didn't expect this answer, put down his hand, straightened up and asked with some amusement: "Who taught you this, them? Your mission target?"

"Well, the last time was to mediate the feud between husband and wife, and the time before that was to mediate the feud between mother and son. This is what the mother said to her son."

"Hey, that's too much. Is that how Odasaku sees me?" The mother snorted at her son... Dazai Osamu, who had expected this, was about to withdraw her hand, but a rare genuine smile appeared on her face, and she joked, "You might as well kiss me."

The man who kept his word did as he was told. He held his wrist tightly, and looked at him with deep blue eyes. "No."

Hmm... Hmm? Realizing that he was replying to the previous sentence, Dazai's dead heart suddenly came alive, not only because of this sudden action that could be called a kiss on the hand, but also because he suddenly realized that his wrist, which was still aching just now, really didn't hurt anymore.

It's not a coincidence, it's...

This is what Ango Sakaguchi saw when he entered the bar. The two good friends were holding hands, Oda Sakunosuke's lips were pressed against Dazai Osamu's wrist, one's ears were red, and the other's hair was shaking.

Then I leave? Sakaguchi Ango was in a dilemma, neither advancing nor retreating. Suddenly, the two men looked over, their eyes unable to tell what they meant.

The poor office worker cleared his throat, feeling as if a needle was pricking his body, and quickly ran away, "I'm going to the bathroom first, you guys chat."

Listening to Sakaguchi Ango's receding footsteps, Dazai Osamu frowned slightly, as if he had thought of something. His mind raced, as if he had finally made a decision, and he suddenly moved closer to Oda Sakunosuke's face, their breaths almost tangled together.

Staring at the eyes that were not as calm as they looked, Dazai Osamu asked in a tone that was hard to tell whether it was true or false: "Odasaku, do you want to run away with me?"

He asked anxiously, as if he would regret it if he didn't say it quickly, and his eyes were filled with things that Oda Sakunosuke couldn't understand.

Oda Sakunosuke realized that this question must be very important.

——TBC——

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