
Did Mr. Dazai Agree to the Best Friend Application Today?
太宰先生今天同意挚友申请了吗
by Fuguangxingye (扶光行野)
- Status
- Ongoing
- Length
- 262k Words
- Genre
- Danmei (BL)
- Era
- Modern Era
- Updated
- 3d ago
- Source
- JJWXC
Stats
Tags
- ThemeOther Fanfiction
- POVBottom-Lead (Shou)
- Age18+
- Anime Crossover
- Bungo Stray Dogs
- Healing
- Inspirational
- Jujutsu Kaisen
- Power Fantasy
Synopsis
As the "trash" of the Zen Yuan family, Zen Yuan Qingchuan's beginning was a bit outrageous - in order to save the family's face, he was forcibly raised as a girl. The little Qingchuan grabbed someone's clothes. At the beginning, Shen'er said: Where did the cheap sister come from? Don't touch me. As a result, not only was this kid not afraid of him, but he stumbled around behind him every day, acting like a little tail, unable to get rid of him. Shi'er, who was grabbed by the corner of his clothes again and again: sighed - picked up the child - and protected him behind him. Qingchuan thought that his life could continue to be so stable. It wasn't until he was five years old that the top management suddenly gave him a ridiculous marriage contract - to marry Liu Yanzi. What's even more outrageous is that before Shi'er could come back and overthrow the Chanyuan family, Qingchuan himself slipped and fell into a different world. Yokohama Leibo Street, here Qingchuan met another small dumpling named Nakahara Chuuya. The two cubs hugged each other for warmth and grew wildly. As a result, fate played another trick two years later, and he once again found no such person in Yokohama. … Kiyokawa was finally able to return to Yokohama. At this time, he has only one goal: - to become Osamu Dazai's best friend! Osamu Dazai was just passing by to save someone, but he was targeted:? Who are you? —————— Dividing line —————— The white-haired boy faced that extremely deceptive Qingjun face, and his eyes were filled with abnormal emotions that were almost fanatical. Even the fingertips stretched out towards Dazai Osamu were trying their best to restrain their trembling. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Dazai." There was a hint of interest in Dazai Osamu's kite-colored eyes. ——This is really, really interesting. … Chuuya held his lost brother in his arms, feeling extremely sour in his heart. In fact, he is no longer the child who would cry over the smallest things. Since Qingchuan disappeared and he joined the "Sheep" organization at a young age and became the leader, he lost the right to act like a spoiled child. As the leader, he must be powerful and must stand in front of everyone. But in front of his brother, he is not the "King of Sheep", nor is he the carrier of "wild tyranny". He is just Nakahara Chuuya, the younger brother who can do magic tricks with coins and wants to be praised by his older brother. "Idiot brother..." Zhongya choked and buried his head in Qingchuan's neck. He finally allowed himself to cry out, which he had suppressed for a long time. It was a cathartic expression mixed with grievance, happiness and attachment. … Verlaine gently caught the limp boy and carefully lifted him sideways. Qingchuan's head rested weakly in his arms, his blood-stained hair hanging down. The blood quickly soaked into the white suit fabric, showing a dark red color in the night. "What a stubborn little guy." Verlaine lowered his head and looked at the unconscious boy in his arms, with a hint of warmth in his ice-blue eyes and a sincere arc of joy at the corner of his mouth. "It seems..." He whispered to himself, with a bit of expectation in his voice, "I'm going to have a little brother." The rain stopped at some point, and the moonlight penetrated the clouds. Verlaine hugged Qingchuan and turned around to leave. The sound of leather shoes stepping through the water was particularly clear in the silent port. … The truth of "what you gain must be lost" finally came true when Osamu Dazai was eighteen years old. The despair that penetrated the bone marrow finally settled into a morbid obsession - no matter what the cost, we must find him back. Until five years later. He stretched out his hand tremblingly, his eyes filled with prayers for what was lost and found. But there was only complete unfamiliarity in the other person's eyes, and the corners of the soft yukata fluttered lightly. The young man fell to his knees in the moonlight, his tears hitting the ground, and he laughed hysterically. It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter if you forget. Finally, I finally found you. —— Reading Guide The protagonist is very strong, the ending is he, there is no cp in the main text, and there will be no clear love relationship or confession plot. [Character card attack and reception are only filled in to comply with the system posting rules] If you like this kind of atmosphere, you are welcome to jump in~ Intention: Constantly strive for self-improvement and live toward the sun