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#It's the sweet cookies of Chuta-chan who love each other!

# Ordinary daily life reveals true feelings

# Zai Wei defected setting

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In fact, Nakahara Chuuya is a very quiet person - Dazai Osamu suddenly thought of this.

It was an ordinary night, quite cold, with a few snowflakes. He came out of Mori Ogai's office and walked home alone. After running around for negotiations for several days, he was a little tired and walked a little slower. This idea popped into his mind involuntarily, which surprised him.

He lowered his head, not caring about the tiny snowflakes falling all over him, and just walked along, thinking about the cigarettes that Nakahara Chuuya liked to smoke when he was alone thinking about something. He actually didn't have a smoking addiction, but he was probably just used to holding something in his hands - he once told Dazai Osamu that he didn't like to be empty-handed when he was alone, which would make him feel empty inside and very tormenting.

As he was thinking, Dazai Osamu was not paying attention to the road ahead and accidentally tripped.

Alas, Dazai Osamu stood up with the help of a tree, patted the snow off his body, and thought, I wonder if this can be considered as a heroic injury for the dwarf.

Chuuya Nakahara has been on a business trip for more than a week. Calculating the time, he should be on his way back now. Dazai Osamu sighed and quickened his pace, thinking that he should get home early and make him some hot drinks to drive away the cold. A few years ago, Chuuya Nakahara was seriously injured while saving Dazai Osamu, and his health has deteriorated a lot since then; Dazai Osamu also completely restrained his unforgiving mouth and chose to get along well with Chuuya.

If you guys in Gang Hei heard this, who wouldn't be surprised? After all, the reason why the floor of Gang Hei's building was repaired in those years was probably because of them. If anyone said that partners must be close, the big brothers with guns would be the first to jump out and disagree - isn't the living example right there? But to be honest, they really didn't fight each other all the time as rumored by the outside world. No one has the energy for that. Most of the time they sat together to play games, and the most outrageous joke they made was "being a dog for life." But in fact, they didn't have to compete for these wins and losses. At that time, Dazai Osamu just wanted to keep him in his life.

——When he got home, a warm light was on in the house, and Nakahara Chuuya's leather shoes and suitcase were placed at the door. Dazai went into the house and changed into slippers. He happened to see Nakahara Chuuya hanging up his coat. When he saw him come in, he raised his eyebrows slightly and just greeted him without saying anything else. Dazai knew that he was tired, so he didn't start a conversation. He just told him to rest for a while and went to boil some water.

Nakahara Chuuya responded. The tired tail of the voice slowly fell to the ground and disappeared, and the room suddenly became quiet again. So Dazai Osamu once again had that thought in his mind: Nakahara Chuuya is a quiet person.

He sighed, slowly took off his coat and scarf. He noticed that there was a subtle smell of blood on Nakahara Chuuya's clothes, so he walked over and stood in front of him to take a look. Nakahara Chuuya didn't say anything, Dazai Osamu reached out and touched him, and even felt the cold air coming from his body, so he knew that the blood was probably not his own; at this time, Nakahara Chuuya lowered his eyes, so he guessed that in order to avoid being uncomfortable with the smell, Nakahara Chuuya probably stood outside alone for a long time, just to disperse the bloody smell.

"Aren't you cold?" Dazai Osamu asked.

"A little bit." Nakahara Chuuya answered truthfully.

Dazai nodded in understanding, then turned and walked into the kitchen, boiled water, shredded ginger, and thawed brown sugar.

Dazai Osamu knew nothing about these things before. He could play with a dagger in many ways, but if he changed to a kitchen knife, he might cut his own fingers. Later, when Nakahara Chuuya was seriously injured and in a coma for two months, he gritted his teeth and learned all these things - Mori Ogai was worried about him tinkering at home by himself, and asked if he needed someone to take care of him, but was firmly rejected, so he didn't care anymore. In fact, the reason is very simple: first, he subconsciously resisted the presence of traces of people other than Nakahara Chuuya in the place where he lived, and second, when Nakahara Chuuya went home to recuperate, he couldn't ask someone to take care of him, right? Dazai Osamu knew Nakahara Chuuya's temper, and he would definitely not agree.

Dazai Osamu came to his senses and found that the water had already boiled. He opened the lid of the pot and put the ginger and brown sugar in it.

The ginger slices were slowly tumbling in the pot, and Dazai turned around and took some red dates from the cupboard. The only sound inside and outside the house was the humming of the stove. Dazai felt it was too quiet, so he leaned out to see: Nakahara Chuuya was sitting on the sofa with his eyes closed, and he didn't know if he was asleep. He sighed, washed the dates, cut them in half, and put them in the pot.

Oh, I forgot to mention. Actually, Dazai Osamu can't cook many dishes. The only dish that tastes good seems to be brown sugar ginger tea, which was taught to him by Hongye sister after she came back from China. Sometimes he also likes to crack an egg into it. It all started that night two years ago, when he sat in a daze in the pouring rain, holding his partner in his arms, and his fingers tried in vain to press those horrible wounds. This was the first time he knew that a person could bleed so much, so much that he felt that even his share would be drained.

He took off his coat and tightly wrapped the cold and bloodless Nakahara Chuuya, and ran wildly in the heavy rain. What should he do? His sun has become so cold, what should he do? Chuuya, don't sleep, I know you are just a little sleepy, let's go home and sleep, okay? Come and talk to me, call me a bluefish, please, as long as you don't fall asleep, I will agree to anything you want.

Long after, Dazai Osamu would occasionally return to that night in his dreams. Fortunately, when he woke up gasping for breath, he could still see those worried blue eyes, burning a small hole in his heart.

Dazai Osamu was lost in thought. He turned down the heat, poured a small bowl, and turned to leave the kitchen. It was then that he noticed that Nakahara Chuuya was standing at the door, squinting his eyes slightly with a barely perceptible smile.

"Drink something?" Dazai didn't know what to say, so he just pushed the bowl towards Nakahara Chuuya. Nakahara Chuuya responded softly, took the bowl, walked to the dining table and sat down, lowered his head to blow on it, and began to drink slowly.

Dazai Osamu also sat down opposite him.

The light seemed as warm and clear as ever, and it fell on Chuuya Nakahara's face, revealing a very unique softness. Dazai Osamu propped up his chin and looked at him, still thinking the same thing in his mind. Actually, it made sense when he thought about it, most of the time Chuuya Nakahara played the role of a listener in the crowd. He was easy-going, and would listen carefully to whatever anyone said, but strangely, he didn't like to reveal too much in front of others. Most people commented on him as a "gentle and polite gentleman", and Dazai Osamu occasionally heard this and felt unconvinced but a little proud at the same time - see, Chuuya who gets angry and scolds people, only I have that.

By this time, Nakahara Chuuya had finished his small bowl. He put down the bowl and squinted his eyes, looking extremely tired. So Dazai Osamu took away his bowl and urged him to go and rest quickly.

"Go to bed."

Nakahara Chuuya nodded, stood up, and walked into the bedroom. When Dazai Osamu was washing dishes, he heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom in the bedroom. He knew that it was Nakahara Chuuya taking a shower, and he couldn't help but lower his eyes and smile. Nakahara Chuuya was a very clean person. No matter how tired or uncomfortable he was, he would never allow himself to fall asleep with dust all over his body.

Dazai Osamu put away the washed dishes, wiped his hands, walked into the bedroom, and turned on the heater. Nakahara Chuuya came out soon, with wet hair that had not been wiped yet, and was lowering his head to tie a bow on the belt of his pajamas. Dazai Osamu opened the second cabinet on the left side of the closet and took out the hair dryer inside - the habit of storage was also developed after living with Nakahara Chuuya. The short man was a bit of a clean freak, and everything had to be tidy and clean. In comparison, Dazai Osamu was a bit too casual, which always made Nakahara Chuuya unhappy. But he liked to see more expressions on Nakahara Chuuya's face besides anger, and after a few times, he learned his lesson. For this, Nakahara Chuuya specially rewarded him with a crab meat pot.

"Are you done? You need to blow dry your hair quickly, or you'll catch a cold."

Dazai walked to the bed and waved at him, motioning him to sit over. He wrapped him in a coat and turned on the switch. The humming sound of the hair dryer resonated with the surrounding environment, making people feel a little tired. Nakahara Chuuya sat there, letting Dazai play with his hair. After a while, he reached out and put his arm around Dazai's waist, gently leaning his face against it.

Dazai Osamu was ticklish and dodged for a moment: "What are you doing?"

Nakahara Chuuya pulled him back a little, half-closed his eyes and said, "Don't move...lean on me for a while." Then he whispered, "I've been up all night."

Dazai patted his back, indicating that he could just lean back and sleep for a while. Nakahara Chuuya responded with a muffled sound, resting his head on Dazai's waist, which was itchy and always made him want to laugh. Nakahara Chuuya's hair had just been cut before the business trip, and now it had grown a little longer, hanging down to his chest, making him lose his usual sharpness and become softer. Dazai couldn't help but be distracted, thinking that the fifteen-year-old Chuuya didn't seem to have such long hair. At that time, it just reached the back of his neck. He didn't feel hot even in the summer, but he always competed with him for popsicles, as if the popsicles he bought were a few points more delicious than others.

Just as he was thinking, Nakahara Chuuya loosened his hand. Dazai Osamu was a little confused and lowered his head to look at him, but happened to meet a pair of blue eyes of Winton. The owner of the eyes blinked slowly: "...I'm afraid your waist can't bear it."

"It doesn't hurt now," Dazai Osamu said with a smile, "Hold me."

But Nakahara Chuuya shook his head and refused to hug him. A year ago, Dazai Osamu was injured while on a mission. A bullet went through his side. Although it was not a serious injury compared to other injuries, he often had back pain since then. Mori Ogai said that it was probably the root of the disease. Nakahara Chuuya always felt that it was his fault - if he had turned back a second earlier, Dazai Osamu would never have been shot, and he would not have been lying in bed in pain every time the weather changed. Dazai Osamu did not care, but he felt bad seeing Nakahara Chuuya feeling so guilty, so he always hugged him and whispered like coaxing a dog: "It's great enough."

In a blink of an eye, they are both 25 years old. Dazai Osamu once said with a smile that they are now an old couple who have shared hardships together, but Nakahara Chuuya's focus was split, and he asked awkwardly if it wasn't the "old wife". Dazai Osamu asked: "Who is the old wife?" Nakahara Chuuya smiled and said: "Whoever you want is it." Then Dazai Osamu also smiled and said: "Then I am."

Thinking of this, Dazai couldn't help laughing and said, "But you can't just sit there straight like this. You're so sleepy."

"I'm not sleepy." said Nakahara Chuuya.

Dazai had no choice but to comply. His hair was slowly dried, and Dazai turned off the hair dryer and put it away, saying, "Okay, now you can go to sleep."

But after waiting for a long time without any response, Dazai turned back to see - Nakahara Chuuya had already fallen asleep with his eyes closed, but he was still sitting there, with his head slightly lowered, breathing lightly, as if he was afraid of disturbing someone. Dazai saw the dark circles under his eyes, and something in his heart gently tugged. He walked over, helped him lie down, and wrapped him in a blanket. Nakahara Chuuya was not sleeping soundly, and was woken up. When he saw it was him, he was at a loss for a moment, and whispered: "... Come closer."

Dazai Osamu then bent down. Nakahara Chuuya turned his head, kissed Dazai Osamu's face, and said, "Thank you for your hard work."

Before Dazai could answer, Nakahara Naka fell asleep. Dazai laughed, tucked him in, and smoothed his messy bangs, thinking, "You bad dog, you're still acting cute after getting the upper hand."

He walked out of the bedroom and turned off the light.

Sweet dreams every night.

fin.

But it was just a dream.