“My thoughts and yours are definitely not on the same wavelength, making me feel like a fool.”

Though around the same age, Dazai was engrossed in gossip and current affairs channels, while the other person remained stuck on animal world and children’s educational channels.

As for their nominal guardian, Mori? He was a lover of midnight channels.

“Until you remember me, you’re not allowed to smell anyone else’s scent.” Dazai pushed aside unpleasant thoughts and started unilaterally teaching Hyakki, “Even if your eyes can’t see, your soul can’t find me, you have to find me with your nose, got it? You should be able to find me better than the world’s best dog.”

【Even if Dororo dyed the flames again, as long as it’s not green, I can definitely recognize it!】

“If you can’t smell it, you’re dead.”

【A bit shy, is this… the scent of a girl?】

“Hyakki, do you need me to take off my clothes so you can smell it? Don’t put your head near my collar.”

Dazai’s tie was tied to his collar and could only be pulled open, poking Hyakki’s head with a finger, giggling at the animal-like sniffing.

He entrusted his body to Hyakki to remember and jokingly said, leaning against him, “You’re quite the pervert.”

The second day after regaining his sense of smell.

Hyakki started living a happy life of sniffing pretty boys, which made Kusuo’s head spin.

Kusuo couldn’t bear to look straight, rubbing the chicken’s eye fed under his glasses.

【Human emotions are too complex…】

【The gender in love seems not as important as I thought?】

Is this true love?

If not, he would shove this bowl of dog food into Kusuo’s mouth to restore some human values.