Chapter 50 Do you want to fall in love?
"The soba noodles are overcooked." She returned the soba noodles in her hand and puffed out her cheeks in dissatisfaction: "Be more serious."
"Hey, I got it." The handsome young man standing behind the stall responded.
In fact, the action of cooking noodles is still sloppy.
Seeing him like this, Hayana Takanashi reminded him, "I told you to cook the noodles carefully."
Sweating from the heat, Dazai Osamu said with a lighthearted smile, "This is Chuuya's."
"Oh, it's okay."
"What..." A mouthful of lucky bag got stuck in his throat. After swallowing it with great effort, Nakahara Chuuya shouted at Dazai Osamu, "Does mine mean nothing?!"
"Those who are invited to dinner should not make demands." Dazai Osamu was still casual, stirring the noodles in a haphazard manner, and sighed: "I haven't eaten all day, but now I'm cooking for you. It's really torture, sweet and hungry torture~"
"Didn't you say that the joy of our meeting was enough to fill our stomachs?" Nakahara Chuuya retorted, repeating the words that gave him goosebumps. "Why aren't you full?"
After scooping out the soba noodles and rinsing them with cold water, Dazai Osamu said slowly, "Spiritual food cannot soothe a rumbling stomach."
Why did things turn out like this?
After Dazai Osamu said, "Uncle, I need to keep accounts," the smile on Uncle Kawasaki's face disappeared completely.
"Our shop is small, so we don't take credit."
"Huh? We're regulars."
"You haven't been here for four years, kid. Do you know how I've been doing without you?"
"You must miss her, and you're worried about the decline in performance, right?" said Hayato Takanashi.
Uncle Kawasaki nodded: "Well, that's it anyway. Dazai-kun is responsible for everything."
Osamu Dazai: "..."
Being targeted.
When he returned four years later, he had become the lowest person in the food chain.
no way.
I had no choice but to accept Uncle Kawasaki's request and watch the stall for him for one night to offset the cost of the meal.
Watching Uncle Kawasaki's back walk away, Dazai Osamu walked to the back of the stall with a smile, turned on the fire, and put the ingredients for oden into the grid. Smelling the delicious aroma of the oden broth, he scooped a bowl of hot soup for the black-haired woman opposite him and said gently, "Dazai Osamu will serve Miss Hayana tonight. Feel free to ask for anything you want."
"What about me?" Zhongyuan Zhongya asked unhappily.
Osamu Dazai: "Oh."
"Oh—what does that mean?!"
"It means you're in the way."
"Be careful or I'll beat you up, you bastard Mackerel! I want the lucky bag and rice cakes."
"The slug's lucky bag and rice cake are not hot at all. They are not hot if you swallow them and become mute."
“…”
Until now.
Putting the noodles into the bowl filled with soup, Dazai Osamu took the bowl and sat next to Hayana Takanashi, holding the chopsticks, clasping his hands together and saying in a cute tone: "I'm starting to eat."
It was just a bowl of buckwheat noodles, but he was very satisfied.
It's like eating the most delicious food in the world.
Looking at his satisfied look as he slurped the noodles, Hayana Kotori lowered her eyes, hiding her complicated emotions.
Such a Dazai makes people feel pity.
Back when I was in the Port Mafia.
He had never been so embarrassed before.
No one dared to boss him around, and no one dared to deduct his salary. All they did was submit to him respectfully and fear him.
"Do you hate others being afraid of you?" Hayana Takanashi suddenly spoke.
She thought of—
Dazai might be too lonely. After Oda Sakunosuke and Sakaguchi Ango left one after another, the company of only her and Chuuya was not enough. In the face of the intimidation of the port mafia, he needed "liveliness" too much.
"Fear?" Dazai Osamu swallowed the noodles in his mouth and tilted his head to give a quick answer: "That kind of thing, it doesn't matter."
Hayana Takanashi blinked and went back to eating from her bowl.
Seeing this, Nakahara Chuuya took out a lucky bag for her to eat.
Hayana still really wanted to know the real reason why Dazai left.
"Chuuya, I want to eat the lucky bag and sausages too." Dazai Osamu chewed the food and asked him.
"If you want to eat, go get it yourself." After saying this, Zhongyuan Zhongye still took a bowl and filled it with a lucky bag and small sausages for him.
"Big roots too."
"Stop pushing your luck, you bastard!"
"Chuuya has the potential to be a mother." Hayana Kotori looked at Chuuya Nakahara and said with a smile: "Chuuya's brand of hot-tempered but soft-hearted mother."
Dazai Osamu asked cunningly, "What should I do if I want to marry Chuuya's mother's 'daughter'?"
"Damn it." He exerted force with his fingers and the chopsticks broke into two pieces. Nakahara Chuuya looked at Dazai Osamu with cold eyes.
"It's really scary." Dazai Osamu was not afraid at all.
So scary, that look in Chuuya's eyes.
It was as if she was silently warning him not to provoke Hayana again.
Is it possessiveness or protectiveness?
No matter which one it was, it made him very unhappy.
They didn't drink any alcohol, and after the meal, all three of them were still in high spirits.
Dazai Osamu has to guard the stall.
Hayana Takanashi and Chuuya Nakahara have already discussed going home.
"You're actually going to leave me here all alone?" Dazai Osamu complained to them, "That's too much."
Nakahara Chuuya retorted: "Compared to someone, we are already very soft-hearted."
It’s mainly because Hayana is soft-hearted.
Otherwise, when he met Dazai Osamu, he would definitely find fault with him.
As soon as he finished speaking, Nakahara Chuuya's phone rang. It was about the assignment of an urgent task, and he was required to rush to the mission location immediately.
"It's a solo mission." said Nakahara Chuuya.
Hayana Kotori: "Go early and come back early, be careful on the mission."
Before leaving, Nakahara Chuuya looked at Dazai Osamu, and then at Hayato Yamaguchi, who planned to stay here to kill time.
Forget it, let them talk it out.
Thinking of this, he waved to the two of them and walked silently into the darkness under the bridge.
Until the young man's figure disappeared, Hayana Kotori withdrew her hand that was supporting her face and met Dazai Osamu's bright gaze.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
Why are you looking at her with such expectant eyes?
Dazai Osamu smiled and said, "Nothing."
In the early morning, Uncle Kawasaki came to pack up his stall. Seeing only two people, he was surprised: "Where is the young man from Zhongyuan?"
"I'll leave first because of something." Dazai Osamu crossed his hands and moved his body upwards.
His eyes passed over the young man who stretched his stiff body after looking at the stall for too long, and the girl who was yawning idly. Uncle Kawasaki met Dazai Osamu's smiling eyes, and an idea emerged in his mind -
Can't be taken apart.
He knew something about what was going on at the time. After the young man Dazai left, the young woman Hayana and the young man Nakahara never came to his place to eat again.
Until today, the three of them came together.
Four years later, there is still no barrier between them.
It's like they have a natural trust in each other. Even though they are angry or upset, they still believe in each other. In the deepest part of their hearts, where no one can see, there is an absolute trust that is closely connected.
"That's great." Uncle Kawasaki said, "What a wonderful relationship."
"Ah?" Hayana Kotori looked at him doubtfully and denied it, "Did you drink fake wine, old man?"
Dazai Osamu gave him a thumbs-up: "Uncle Kawasaki has a keen eye."
They walked all the way back to where they parked. They walked slowly along the way, no one spoke, enjoying the quiet time in the night.
In a parking lot near the river bank, Dazai Osamu sat in the passenger seat and watched Hayana Takanashi start the car.
"Hey, Hayana." He invited, "Want to go for a drink together?"
I don't want to separate so soon.
Hayana Kotori looked at his delicate face in the dark and refused, "No, I'm driving."
Dazai Osamu didn't say anything else.
Even the old trick of acting like a spoiled child and being a rogue that always worked for him was no longer effective.
In the quiet night, the car lights come on, illuminating the dark road ahead.
He rolled down the car window to get some fresh air, leaned his arm on the window, and looked at the endless night view, admiring it lazily.
Even if I didn't want to, the car was parked steadily downstairs of a building.
Because he didn't want to, it even felt like the journey home was faster.
"Would you like to come in and sit down?" Dazai Osamu still did not give up and smiled and invited again: "Take a look."
Hayana Kotori looked at him until Dazai Osamu's smile faded slightly, then she said, "Okay."
In fact, what she was about to say was "What's there to see?"
But when it was exported, it became "Okay".
She thought of Dazai's previous residence, a place abandoned in a seaside garbage dump even on a map of Yokohama. This apartment wasn't particularly high-end, but it was better than his previous residence.
Now, looking at Dazai Osamu who was walking in front of him and leading the way, Hayana Takanashi was confused.
He has had some performances that are worse than before, and some that are better than before.
The meager wages and warm shelter are in stark contrast to before.
The key was inserted into the lock and turned. Dazai Osamu turned on the light in the entrance hall and said to her, "Come in."
"You're welcome, just treat this place as your home."
As he said this, he took out a pair of newly bought women's slippers from the cabinet.
Under the subtle gaze of Hayana Takanashi, he explained in a gentle voice, "I've always been prepared. I always feel that I will meet Hayana in the next moment."
After changing into slippers, Hayana Kotori grumbled helplessly: "If that's the case, it's better to expose it sooner."
She didn't even notice Dazai Osamu who had been at the Armed Detective Agency.
The frustrating truth.
Dazai Osamu, who walked into the kitchen to boil water, heard it and raised his lips with a hint of bitterness.
Hayana Takanashi visited Dazai Osamu's home, a small one-bedroom, two-living room apartment. It wasn't very big, but it had everything it needed.
The architectural style is old-fashioned, and the bedroom still has tatami beds.
There were two empty sake bottles in the trash can, but other than that it was clean, with no trace of food residue.
Sitting on the mat in front of the coffee table in the living room, Hayana Takanashi could just see Dazai Osamu boiling water.
He is tall, and the sand-colored windbreaker hanging on the hanger shows his thin waist and long legs. Although he is thin, his proportions are very pleasing to the eye.
Compared to Nakadashi's explosive muscles and broad body, he has a hidden delicate beauty.
"What did you find out?" asked Dazai Osamu, holding two cups of coffee.
Hayana Takanashi said directly: "Though his arms and legs look thin, he actually has quite a lot of muscles."
"Are you teasing me?" He was flattered, a shy blush rising on his cheeks. "After kidnapping me, are you finally getting down to business?"
"Yeah, yeah." She played along with him, "I haven't tried yours yet."
The coffee in front of him was rich in flavor. Dazai Osamu never compromised on the taste of coffee.
Unlike Hayana Kotori who couldn't tell the difference, he could always tell the trick, like a pampered nobleman who had been exposed to these things since childhood.
Seeing her pick up the coffee and take a sip, Dazai Osamu sat opposite her and asked, "Is it okay?"
"It's awfully bitter." Opening the sugar jar on the tray, Hayato Kotori added a generous amount of sugar. "I've never been good with this kind of stuff."
"It's just boring stuff." Dazai Osamu lowered his eyes. "It's a spice that adds flavor to life, but it makes one feel even more empty and hollow."
Hayana Kotori was curious: "I thought you were having a great time."
"Where's Hayana?" Dazai asked. "Is she happy?"
"It's okay," she replied vaguely. "It's not much different from my previous life. As an upper-class person, I live a life of luxury and debauchery. Besides going on missions, the most common thing I do is listen to people flatter me."
"Living a life of extravagance and debauchery?" Dazai Osamu was curious. "That doesn't fit Hayana's image at all."
"Why doesn't it match?"
"I always feel that Hayana is very free and easy, and she is not someone who can be tied down by money and love."
"I'm indeed very free and easy." In response to his probing question, Hayana Kotori twirled her hair in front of her chest with one hand, as if savoring something, the smile at the corner of her lips revealing a profound meaning: "As a lover recommended by A, the most basic qualities are non-clinginess, appearing when it's time to be there and disappearing when it's time to disappear, not being jealous, speaking softly, and being good at understanding people's feelings."
"The most important thing is that he knows not to ask how many of him there are." As the smile on Dazai Osamu's face disappeared, she felt that she had turned the tables and finally made him lose.
Otherwise, she always felt that she and Chuuya were always at odds, and Dazai's indifferent attitude made her angry!
"Really?" Dazai Osamu asked.
"Oh, yeah." Hayana Kotori joked with a smile, "Are you surprised? I'm already 22!"
"Besides, this is the lifestyle of most people in the Port Mafia. It's just that the three of us were too young at that time and didn't understand the beauty of it."
"Does Chuuya know that you were led astray by A?"
"Don't know? Anyway, if you don't tell him, he won't know."
You couldn't tell, Hayana's words were too fluent and came from the heart.
There was no trace of lying in the subtle expressions on his face.
Dazai Osamu's heart suddenly skipped a beat.
He lowered his voice, bitterness spreading: "It seems that Hayana has a lot of experience in love."
In that case, Chuuya will definitely confess to her.
Why didn’t you accept it?
"I've never been in a relationship," she said. "It's too much trouble."
"It's not too much trouble."
"If you want to be happy, it's better to choose a caring lover over a jealous and clingy boyfriend."
Dazai Osamu picked up the coffee and took a sip, but it tasted bland. "Saana has matured a lot."
"Want to have a relationship?" he asked directly.
The iris-colored eyes were filled with uncertain expectation, so bright that one couldn't bear to refuse.
Hayana Kotori picked up the coffee that suited her taste and rejected her without mercy: "I've said before that falling in love is troublesome."
The room was silent for a moment.
There was a silent atmosphere, and Hayana Takanashi finished her coffee without any embarrassment.
"Gone," she said.
The body that was leaving was grabbed by the wrist with great force. She turned around and saw that the force pulling her wrist was so strong that the young man with his head lowered could not see the expression on his face.
Just when she was about to ask him.
He looked up, and his irresistibly handsome face had a pitiful and adorable expression.
The mist in the clear eyes condensed——
"The fear of the Port Mafia and the activeness of the Armed Detective Agency, neither of them matters to me. They are both manifestations of loneliness. What matters is people. Only when certain people are by my side can I feel the joy of living in this world."
"So?" she asked.
"Hayasana, please support me," he said.
First become Hayana's lover, then go over and take care of those guys one by one.
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