Cheeks, “Don’t look at me like that!”

Hyakki was ridden by Dazai, his face quickly reddening, unable to look directly at him.

In his heart, the gray life flame pressed against his own flame.

Dororo was too enthusiastic…

“Do you feel like I’m particularly enthusiastic, making it hard for you to handle?” Dazai accurately guessed his inner thoughts, as long as he grasped Hyakki’s thought process, the other’s mind was approaching an open state.

Dazai gazed at Hyakki, who had disappeared for a day, not knowing what he had been up to.

**”Such an idiot.”**

He leaned down, taking a slight breath.

He wasn’t prepared mentally, but Hyakki instinctively acted like an affectionate animal, wrapping his arms around Dazai Osamu’s neck and kissing him, reassuring Dororo after a day without seeing himself.

**”Sorry, Dororo.”**

**”Oh.”**

**”As long as it makes Dororo happy, you can bully me however you want.”**

**”…”**

Boyfriend soothing girlfriend, naturally, particularly in Hyakki’s mind, he visualized her lifelong companion.

Dazai’s dissatisfaction was dissipated by his clinging behavior.

“Ugh… Fool, open your mouth, if you don’t have a tongue then behave and kiss me.”

**”Dororo?!”**

Life flame close contact (1/1).

The doll was incomplete yet beautiful, illusory yet real, with a burning heart hidden in his chest.

Dazai despaired, thinking: **”What should I do, I find myself falling for this, am I not far from Mori?”**

The leader of the Kusuo was devoted to raising Alice.

The leader of the Kusuo followed in the footsteps of students, obsessed with raising dolls.

At fourteen, Dazai, slowly awakening to certain concepts, licked his lips and lamented the absence of a tongue on the other.

**”Pretty tasty.”**

After killing Ranpo, new organs will probably be added…

Dazai embraced the breathless Hyakki, nibbling on his prosthetic ear and saying, “I plan murders for you, don’t hate me. If you ever leave me… I absolutely won’t come looking for you.”

Hyakki couldn’t hear his cruel words, his lips tinged pink, moving silently.

Dazai “listened” again, burying his head in Hyakki’s shoulder.

That was—

**”Love.”**

To be loved by the person in the world most eager to live… was the person in the world most eager to die.

“Hyakki, who taught you to say sweet nothings!”

Shouldn’t the one with the most theoretical knowledge be himself? It’s not your turn!

Hyakki felt unjustly that their relationship was further intensifying. Despite Dororo’s daytime warmth and initiative, at night, sleeping together was always the same; Dororo never made any extra moves when lying beside him.

Although he was under system-enforced celibacy for a year, how nice it would be if Dororo could be closer to him.

Hyakki erased many imagined versions of Dororo and began to depict a more realistic image. In this portrayal, Dororo had short hair, a slender figure, and a gentle demeanor towards him. She was someone who would patiently teach him how to correct his mistakes and occasionally scold him.

Most importantly… he really wanted to know Dororo’s real name now.

Ah, he could only force himself to sleep.

In the middle of the night, Dazai opened his eyes slightly in his arms, calmly loosened the other’s yukata, and slipped his hand inside.

“I’m going to take advantage of you, every day.”

Sooner or later, you’ll understand who truly dominates this relationship.

Onlookers,

Stay away from Hyakki!