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"Dazai, today is not a good day to go into the water."

Just as Dazai was about to leave, Ranpo, who had opened his eyes at some point, looked at him with a strange expression, while Dazai's smile remained unchanged.

"Since it is Ranpo-san's advice, I will remember it."

After saying this, Dazai pushed open the door and went out. Ranpo, maintaining his complex expression, stood there for a moment, then jumped off the chair and rushed to Kunikida.

"From now on, I need to be able to go out and do commissions every day."

Kunikida looked at Ranpo, who had suddenly awakened his work ethic, with a puzzled expression. Not knowing what had happened, he nodded in agreement with Ranpo, but then immediately realized a very infuriating fact.

Dazai Osamu skipped work again!

Dazai did initially intend to go into the water, but when Chuuya arrived, he was quite surprised, since Chuuya had arranged to meet at the beach.

However, when he went out just now, Mr. Ranpo specifically reminded him not to go into the water. Dazai began to wonder if there was something he had overlooked, after all, Mr. Ranpo was not the kind of person who would make a point without reason.

Even as Dazai was nearing his destination, he still couldn't figure it out. Only later did he realize that it was just a friendly reminder from the famous detective.

Chuuya arrived at the agreed-upon location early. Of course, he didn't just choose this place randomly. He remembered that Dazai had said that this was a date spot he would like, and he had also specially chosen the time to see the beautiful sunset. He thought that the success rate of his confession should be high... right?

6499: "Host, you can definitely succeed. I can see many successful cases in other parallel worlds. Keep it up!"

"Thank you for your kind words."

Chuuya was kicking the rocks on the beach absentmindedly. Although he had the system's affirmation, Chuuya was still unsure of himself.

Chuuya took a deep breath, forcing himself not to think about anything worse. The sea breeze made him a little more clear-headed. It was at this moment that Dazai arrived.

The setting sun was like an overturned bucket of paint, domineeringly dyeing the entire sky with its color, even the originally blue sea was tinged with an orange glow, and the boundary between the horizon and the sea in the distance was blurred, like a natural oil painting.

In the center of the scene stands a young man familiar to Dazai, the sea breeze blowing up the hem of his trench coat. Chuuya turns to look at him upon hearing the voice.

Just like every time they had met before... it was different this time; something seemed different.

Chuuya's eyes are beautiful; I knew that when we first met seven years ago. Dazai easily caught the unreserved joy in his eyes.

Joy? That's an emotion that's impossible for them to share.

Dazai has a danger radar, similar to a sixth sense, that beeps before every crisis, reminding him to take cover. But this time it was perfectly safe, with the cheerful laughter of tourists playing nearby. However, his danger radar was more urgent than ever before, warning him that it was extremely dangerous and he should escape immediately.

Dazai ignored this feeling. Don't be ridiculous. Did he expect him to be scared by Chuuya, this dark little dwarf, and turn around and run away?

Despite thinking this way, Dazai still began to look around at his surroundings, searching for places where things might have been tampered with or where cameras might have been installed.

Finding nothing amiss on the shore, Dazai turned his suspicious gaze to the seemingly calm sea.

He had figured everything out (in his own mind). There was only one truth: Chuuya had deliberately arranged to meet here, which must have been a trap set in advance. He was secretly laughing to himself, ready to see himself make a fool of himself. Before leaving, Ranpo reminded him that today was not a good day to go into the water. It turned out that Chuuya was waiting for him here. If he went into the water today, it would be exactly what Chuuya wanted. As expected of the cunning Chuuya.

[Give me a kiss like that, both of you]

Is Xiao Zhong going to confess his feelings?

[I remember in an early interview, Dazai felt that the true essence of a date was watching a beautiful sunrise and sunset at the beach. Chuuya's choice of this location is clearly a calculated move.]

The sunset tonight was amazing; it even produced a rare sight of fiery clouds.

Chuuya, whose little thoughts had been completely exposed, blushed and his heart raced slightly.

"Just to give me a glove, Chuuya actually chose a place so far from the city to torture me, that's really too much~"

His flippant tone was no different from usual, but it made Chuuya's heart race. He reached out and took the gloves that Dazai threw to him, but didn't put them on, and casually tossed them into his pocket.

"I'm not just here to pick up the gloves, but also to tell you something I promised you before."

Looking at Chuuya's serious expression, Dazai felt that sense of danger again. He had a feeling that something bad was about to happen, or something he didn't want to happen.

"Wait, Chuuya, let's talk about it another day. I suddenly don't really want to know today."

Dazai interrupted, but he didn't expect that Chuuya would become even more agitated than him after he said that.

"We can't delay any longer. I have to tell you now, Dazai, you better listen up."

This sentence, delivered in a familiar, urgent yet somewhat impatient tone, briefly lowered Dazai's guard.

"Alright, since Chuuya insists, I'll reluctantly listen."

Chuuya now felt that if he were closer to Dazai, Dazai would definitely be able to hear his heart pounding like a drum, because he could hear nothing but his own heartbeat.

Zhong also tried his best to keep his voice steady, his fingertips unconsciously curling up due to nervousness.

"Dazai."

Chuuya's voice was lower and hoarse than usual, probably due to his prolonged coma. Dazai was still in the mood to analyze the reason for Chuuya's hoarse voice.

“In the days before I was kidnapped, I changed my clothes every day... hoping to run into you, but I never expected that you would come looking for me on your own.”

Chuuya answered Dazai's question first. Once he got to the first question, the rest were much easier to say, and Chuuya breathed a sigh of relief.

6499 was still cheering him on in his mind.

Now for the most important part. Chuuya's Adam's apple bobbed, his voice was even hoarser than before, and his eyes held a hint of anticipation.

"It's incredible, but... Dazai, I think I've really fallen for you."

It's a very complex feeling, but I'm certain it's love. It's not for a partner, not for an enemy, it's... a feeling that makes me happy when I see you, makes me miss you when I don't see you, and makes me think of you no matter what I do.

Chuuya looked nervously at Dazai, who seemed no different from before. Why was he not reacting at all? Whether he was surprised or disgusted, it would be better than no reaction at all.

Dazai had already sensed something when Chuuya said he had transformed into a peacock to meet him by chance, and he overturned his previous ridiculous guess.

Because his brain was analyzing and thinking too fast, Dazai froze on the spot when he came to that terrible conclusion, which also caused him to miss the best opportunity to escape. Hearing Chuuya finish his confession, was that a confession?

Moreover, Dazai instantly recalled the look of joy he had seen on Chuuya's face when they met earlier that day, which was even more terrifying because it meant that what Chuuya said was actually true.

Anyway, those words were like a thunderbolt that almost killed Dazai right there. It turned out that his body's alarm was warning him of this. This was indeed more terrifying than any other time before. Even if tomorrow was the end of the world, Dazai felt that nothing could be more terrifying than this.

[So sweet it's petrifying!]

Were you shocked by this news?

[Chuuya really went up to A]

Hurry up and move the Civil Affairs Bureau here; my family's assets are due for my wedding today!

I'm dying from this! I'm dying from this!

So Chuuya was getting really impatient waiting, and couldn't help but reach out to pat Dazai. The moment he touched Dazai, Dazai seemed to wake up from a dream.

He turned around and was about to run. Every cell in Dazai's body was screaming for him to get out of this place as soon as possible, anywhere, to get to a place where Chuuya was not. He was about to suffocate.

Just as he was about to escape successfully, his wrist was grabbed.