Starry night.

    Dazai Osamu stood on the roof of a high-rise building, with his hands in his pockets, calmly staring at the unique night view of Yokohama that was feasting and feasting below.

    The cool breeze blew the overly long black coat that was draped over his shoulders, and also let the soft black hair caress his cheeks, and a trace of faint traces lingered on his handsome face at the age of seventeen. smile.

    He just stared at the scene in front of him quietly, the moonlight was like water, making his figure more and more hazy, almost blending with the darkness of the moonlit night.

    Suddenly, his figure moved.

    Turning to his side, he casually raised his eyes to look behind him, and suddenly smiled.

    "Good evening."

    "It's so strange, to meet someone or something in such a place..."

    A strange figure appeared there unknowingly.

    Behind him is a beautiful silver plate hanging in the sky. The man was wearing a black dress, standing gracefully behind him, with his right hand lightly tapping the brim of his head, and his left hand casually in the pocket of his trousers, with a butterfly mask on. On his face, only a pair of eyes and a graceful chin curve showed, making him look full of mystery.

    In this darkness, Osamu Dazai couldn't see the man's face hidden by the mask, his eyes fell on the row of silver buttons on the fashionable dress designed by the man, and his eyes also appeared with the buttons at the moment in the moonlight. The halo refracting below is the same coldness.

    "What are you doing here?"

    The man spoke with a smile, but his voice was softer and weirder than expected, like a piece of candy stuck in his throat, a little too sweet.

    Dazai Osamu looked at the man's neck, because it was blocked by the high-necked fabric, he couldn't tell whether there was an Adam's apple.

    But according to his intuition, this person should be male and not very old.

    "Well, the scenery here is very beautiful." While looking at it, he gestured to the distance with his palm, his long eyelashes moved slightly, and a casual smile appeared on his face: "When you encounter such a beautiful night scene, don't you want to experience it once from here? Do you feel the pleasure of jumping?"

    "..."

    The man in the evening gown did not speak, and Osamu Dazai wondered whether he was surprised by his lines, and forgot his words for a while. However, the interesting scene he imagined did not come, and the man chuckled in his usual tone.

    "Oh, a very interesting proposal."

    He bent down gracefully, covered his palms on his chest, and gave a perfect gentleman's salute.

    "Please do it yourself, I hope my presence won't interrupt your good mood for jumping off the building."

    After speaking, he stood there graciously, as if he made up his mind not to disturb you any longer.

    Dazai Osamu's originally calm pupils flashed with a small light, and he looked over with interest.

    After learning that he was going to commit suicide, he saw people who were eager to stop him, and people who left indifferently. But this one in front of him was the first person who was super calm and planned to watch.

    Things seem to be getting interesting.

    Dazai Osamu is a very bad person. Once he encounters someone or something that interests him, he will be like a spark catching a prairie fire, and he will never die.

    So he really withdrew his feet that he wanted to extend toward the edge, with a smile on his face, and suddenly said, "My thoughts have changed."

    The man wearing the butterfly mask moved his head, and the top hat on top of his head moved. As he leaned to one side, he seemed to be asking silently.

    "Come with me." The

    playful tone echoed in the air.

    Also let the man's action succeed.

    The curvature of the corners of Dazai Osamu's lips deepened, and the cunning in his eyes almost overflowed, shining brightly.

    "If you meet me and commit suicide but are not ready to leave, then there is a high probability that you have something to ask me... If you accompany me to jump from here, I will agree to your request, how about it?" The

    air was quiet for a few moments. For a second, I could only hear the salsa of the summer wind rubbing the leaves, or the occasional sound of the engine roaring across the sky.

    After an unknown amount of time, in Osamu Dazai's expectant gaze, the man wearing the butterfly mask finally moved.

    "Oh?" He walked in the direction of Osamu Dazai with one hand in his pocket. His pace was as easy as a traveler walking in Yokohama. A pair of polished black leather shoes made a stamping sound. Every step was like walking in Osamu Dazai. like on the apex of the heart.

    After that, he stopped at the same level as Dazai Osamu.

    On one side is the abyss without guardrails, and the sickle of the god of death seems to have been placed on their necks, waiting for them to send themselves into the tiger's mouth.

    But the expressions of the two of them were equally relaxed and comfortable. As the distance got closer, Osamu Dazai could clearly see that the man's graceful lips were slightly raised, indifferent, with a strange temperament.

    The man opened his mouth, and his deliberately lowered voice showed a bit of hoarse charm.

    "That's it."

    He smiled ambiguously.

    "—Want to die with me, sir?"

    "..." For

    a moment, Osamu Dazai's eyes widened involuntarily, and he was stunned.

    This made him a bit like a small animal, full of a cute sense of sight.

    However, this feeling was only in the blink of an eye. In the next second, the corners of Dazai's mouth twitched, and he chewed these two words repeatedly in his mouth with interest, "Sacrificing love, sacrificing love... Really, sacrificing love. You It's a very interesting word."

    He exaggeratedly sighed and shrugged helplessly, "If it is to die in love, I still like to die in love with girls."

    "I feel sorry for you." The masked man agreed in a gentle tone, but then he blinked his left eye lightly, releasing an electric current that almost numbs his heart, "However, with a gentleman like you, It's my honor to die together."

    Amused by his compliment, Osamu Dazai blinked his eyes mischievously, "So you promised me?"     "

    There is no reason to refuse."

Under his gaze, the masked man stretched out his right hand, the palm of his black glove turned up, and stopped in front of him.

    "Then, this handsome gentleman."

    At this distance, Osamu Dazai met a pair of light, glazed eyes with a smile.

    The soft black hair under the top hat fluttered in the wind, and the corners of the man's lips evoked a confident smile, bright as if it could shake his dark heart at the moment.

    "Along with this beautiful moonlight, are you willing to die with me here?"

    ...

    The current situation seems to have been turned upside down. It was clear that Osamu Dazai was the bad inviter, but he didn't expect the man in front of him to be Able to turn passive into active, and even use elegant demeanor to break the fear of conventional sacrifice.

    This look is more like the two of them are going to a party, and the atmosphere is full of relaxation and casualness.

    Without the thrill of dying before death, without the comfort of embracing death, even he seemed to be regarded as a woman, but Osamu Dazai's eyes became brighter and his smile became stronger and stronger.

    It's so interesting, I haven't seen such an interesting thing in a long time.

    He put on the masked man's hand without any hesitation: "I am very willing."

    Then in the next moment, he noticed that the figure on the opposite side suddenly retracted his arm, causing his center of gravity to become unstable and staggering forward. , and a scorching palm was so upright and bright on his side, tightly framing his waist.

    Not too light or not, he pinched him on the waist.

    "The waist is quite thin."

    Someone's calm, hooligan chuckle came from his ear.

    Dazai Osamu's expression suddenly became very exciting: "..."

    Dazai Osamu never thought that one day he would be molested by a same-sex.

    In the past, when he was the only one who molested women, I didn't expect that when the position was reversed, this feeling... very subtle.

    Just as he was thinking, the masked face unexpectedly came into close contact with him. Under the delicate butterfly mask inlaid with transparent gems, the corners of his lips curved badly.

    "Hold me tight, but don't let go of my hand."

    The suddenly hot temperature in his arms made Dazai Osamu's body stiff.

    After all, the people who used to be so close to him have been shot by him or his subordinates long ago, and he was still alive to take advantage of him. It is estimated that this is the first time.

    But soon, he didn't have time to think wildly, because out of the corner of his eye he had clearly caught a glimpse of the person in front of him raising his foot and taking a step to the side.

    And at that step, below is the empty abyss.

    Almost as soon as his brain reacted, Osamu Dazai felt a dizzy feeling of weightlessness, and subconsciously grasped the shoulders of the person in front of him.

    The violent wind blew wantonly on their bodies, making a mess of their hair, and what was even more frightening was that the fear of weightlessness also surfaced at once, hitting their hearts.

    The surrounding scenery was quickly fading, and the sickle of the god of death icy wrapped around the two people who were falling from the building.

    But the fiery arm around his waist firmly embraced him, never moving a single minute. When he should have been flustered, Osamu Dazai's face was surprisingly calm.

    He stared at the man wearing the butterfly mask in front of him without blinking, and there was a gleam in his eyes. Although it was a bit ridiculous to think about such a thing when he jumped off the building, but now he really wants to lift the mask of the other party and look at this human face.

    What kind of face is this?

    It was itchy, as if the kitten's claws had scratched the heart, and there was nowhere to put it.

    Seemingly aware of his gaze, the masked man looked directly at him and suddenly smiled at him.

    The free right hand stretched out in front of him and snapped his fingers cleanly.

    A dazzling white light flashed before his eyes, and Osamu Dazai's pupils shrank suddenly.

    I do not know when a beautiful oil-paper umbrella appeared in the hands of the masked man. The pattern on the umbrella's surface is a blooming hydrangea. I don't know what material it is made of. There are also fine gold flashes on the surface. Brightened Osamu Dazai's vision.

    The tassel leaking from the side of the umbrella floated to one side by the wind at the same time, and a crisp ringtone could be vaguely heard echoing in the ear.

    The man in a gorgeous dress supported the oil-paper umbrella with one hand and hugged him with the other, like a flower blooming in the dark night, flying and wandering in the wind, leaving their own traces in this unique night scene.

    Even though the light oil-paper umbrella could not support the weight of the two of them at all, Osamu Dazai really felt that the rate of their descent was gradually slowing down, and the scenery around him began to become clear.

    He looked at the man wearing a mask in front of him, and seemed to be able to see the countless twinkling stars inside those clear eyes.

    His palm rests on the man's shoulder, the man's palm rests on his waist, looking at him with a smile, holding an oil-paper umbrella and slowly turning and falling in the air, surrounded by neon dots, this kind of It felt more and more like they were in a grand ball, they danced with the wind, and only had each other's presence in their eyes.

    Dazai Osamu felt that such a dreamy and unreal scenery was really lucky to be able to see it in life.

    Whether it is this magical oil-paper umbrella, or the faceless man who is wanton hugging him, I am afraid it will leave a deep impression in his memory.

    He will never forget the scene in front of him that tugs at his heartstrings.

    Until his feet touched the ground, Osamu Dazai was still immersed in this feeling and did not react immediately.

    On the contrary, the masked man loosened his waist first, snapped his fingers again, and the oil-paper umbrella that appeared inexplicably returned to nothingness with a bang, as if everything just now was an illusion.

    "How does it feel to be in love with me, sir?"

    A hint of slyness flashed in the man's eyes, and he used a sweet tone to recall Osamu Dazai's consciousness.

    "What was that just now!" Unexpectedly, Osamu Dazai, who had experienced the thrill of jumping off a building, suddenly took a few steps in front of him with bright eyes, and his voice suddenly became cheerful, "Why does an umbrella appear, in a blink of an eye? It disappeared again! Is this your ability?!"

    Contrary to the attitude of inviting him to jump off the building just now, the current Dazai Osamu really looks like a young man who is thirsty for knowledge, but the masked man sees a The black cat, whose tail was cocked, desperately sticking in his direction, also had beautiful kite-colored eyes that were astonishingly bright.

    Looking at Dazai Osamu, who leaned forward slightly and looked at him expectantly, the masked man paused a little hesitantly, then raised his right hand—just put his palm on Dazai Osamu's head, and lightly touched it twice. Down.

    Feeling the heat on the top of his head, Osamu Dazai's body froze, but he didn't dodge, just blinked his eyes, the smile on the corners of his lips restrained a little, and his brows were a little puzzled.

    He looked at the masked man's raised lips from the corner of his eye, guessing that the other party was in a good mood, so this action...is a compliment to him?

    It was the first time that he was treated as a child. While Dazai was novel, he also reasonably guessed that the other party was at least twenty years old, and when he flirted with him just now, his movements were sophisticated and smooth, which is not something that a minor can have.

    Just as he was thinking about it, the hand landed on the side of his face along the top of his head, and while he wasn't paying attention, he slightly picked the pulp of his finger.

    "According to the agreement, I'm here to ask for my reward." During the

    speech, the snow-white bandage wrapped around Dazai Osamu's right eye was loosened in the man's hand in an instant, and he was pulled over by him.

    The sudden clarity of vision made Dazai Osamu stop trying to counterattack. The distance just now was too dangerous, but it took a lot of effort for him not to attack.

    It's hard to find such an interesting person, and he doesn't want to throw it away so soon.

    After brushing away the unsightly hair that fell in front of his eyes, Osamu Dazai looked at the man's palm and raised his eyebrows meaningfully: "The reward you said is my bandage?" The

    masked man nodded: " That's right."

    Osamu Dazai glanced at him with a smile, and deliberately angered him: "This is the bandage I used, I want to collect the bandages used by others, are you a pervert from somewhere?"

    "Heh . ." The man was not angry, he smiled lowly, and then licked his lower lip rather ambiguous, "If I really were, it would not be as simple as just touching your waist just now, or...

    He casually narrowed the distance with Osamu Dazai, "Actually you want more, eh? "

    Gee, old rascal.

    Once you play a hooligan, you even forget the elegance just now.

    "Thank you for your love, no need." Dazai moved his fingertips to his waist without smiling, "I advise you to stay away from me, it's easy to miss a gun in this dark day. , if I accidentally hurt you, it will be bad." The

    man stopped obediently, turned his eyes around the black muzzle that had just been raised, and stepped back with some regret.

    "It seems that the time to meet you at night is over, I'm sorry."

    He turned sideways and tapped the brim of his hat with his fingertips. The corners of his lips were very elegantly curved, and the black cloak behind him danced with the wind.

    - Anyway, very handsome.

    Dazai Osamu smiled and put away the muzzle, and when the person completely disappeared in front of him, he asked again: "Speaking of which, I haven't asked your name, can you tell me?" He

    turned his face and wore a mask. The man's silver eyes once again brightly broke into Dazai Osamu's heart.

    And after three seconds of pause, he heard the man's reply.

    "—Moon Shadow Mask."

    After saying that, he snapped his fingers crisply, and the man's figure instantly disappeared in front of Dazai Osamu.

    Only Osamu Dazai silently recited this strange name and couldn't help laughing.

    "Pfft, the second sickness?"

    The author has something to say: The Moon Shadow Mask is from Sailor Moon~ I'm

    opening the pit, because it's too sudden, I don't know how many people will comment, so let's set 50 red envelopes to catch it~

    I can't read the App, ah, ah, I will try to refresh it infinitely.

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    [Reminder at the beginning, you must watch it]

    1. When the protagonist wears a vest, he is a rogue. Monster thieves are very high.

    2. According to the character of the fraud master, the protagonist is usually gentle, innocent and harmless, and will secretly eat tofu.

    3. This article has cp Zhongye, only when facing Zhongye will the protagonist molest on a large scale, and he has never liked others from beginning to end (just used to flirting), only Zhongye is very special, so it is Shuangjie.

    4. Always follow the cheater's settings.

    5. The aroma system involving abo is just for fun and limited.

    6. The problem of attacking and receiving, the phantom thief state will attack, the normal state is receiving, you can mix it as you like.