COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew

Today the weather is sunny, cloudless.

The blue sky stretches as far as the eye can see.

Shuji Tsushima lay in the middle of the road, trying to wait for someone to grant him death.

Of course, he even wrote a disclaimer for the poor unknown driver.

It was clearly written that he committed suicide, and he would even compensate the driver for his mental loss and property damage, as well as a thank you fee.

He rested his hands peacefully on his lower abdomen, closed his eyes, and lay in the aisle where the cars came and went.

Pedestrians on the sidewalk next to him occasionally cast a glance at him, and most of them walked with their heads down.

One car after another drove past him at high speed, the wind blowing the boy's hair, but none of them really ran over him.

Shuji Tsushima: Can't you just drive straight at me?

Why not open such a large space! ! !

A car drove past him and backed up.

Shuji Tsushima: Are you going to run over me backwards? so cruel~

Come on, kind driver~

As a result, the car just stopped next to him with the door open.

Someone got out of the car.

"Lying on the road is really not a gorgeous behavior..." The visitor's tone was low.

Shuji Tsushima: This feeling...you are right, Keigo Atobe!

Damn it, why did I meet you!

"Huadi, carry him into the car." Atobe Keigo frowned and looked at the young man who was lying on the ground as peacefully as in a coffin, and turned to the boy beside him.

"Yes." The tall, simple and honest man agreed.

Shuji Tsushima waiting to die with his eyes closed: Let me go, don't touch me, let me continue to wait for my hit love car——!

However, he was carried into the car by Huadi.

Shuji Tsushima: ... Heh.

Thanks, I'm swooning.

In order to avoid being sent to the hospital or the other party notified the Tsushima family to pick him up.

Shuji Tsushima: I should wake up.

The serene boy opened his left eye outside the bandage, with a melancholy look and a sad expression.

"Are you awake? Tell me what's going on, what about the person by your side? He..." Why didn't he take good care of you by your side.

Keigo Atobe asked with a bad expression.

It was hard for Keigo Atobe to laugh when he saw the other party lying in the middle of the road where cars were coming and going, quietly like a dead person.

"So I'm still alive..." The boy looked at the roof of the car and sat up.

"Actually... I secretly got rid of the people who followed me..." The young man hesitated, his eyes drifted out of the car window with longing.

Shuji Tsushima: My poor...the one who left me...the dream car...

"Do you know how dangerous your..." situation is?

Atobe Keigo: Do ​​you want to court death?

"..." The boy lowered his eyes and fell silent.

"Sorry..." He apologized to Keigo Atobe.

"I have caused trouble to Senior Atobe...and... I have caused trouble to the people who protect me..." He looked calm, but the sadness in his eyes seemed to drip in the next moment.

"...someone like me..."

"...you should stay at home... seize all the hard-won time to live..."

"Right, Senior Atobe." The young man said, suddenly pursed his lips and smiled, and asked Keigo Atobe with his eyes bent.

Shuji Tsushima: Uh... who wants to seize the time to live! ! ! let me go! !

"Don't laugh if you don't want to." Keigo Atobe frowned.

Tsushima, do you think I'm blaming him?

Did he really think so?

In terms of grades, he sits firmly at the first place in the grade, won the national championship honor in the bow competition, and took care of the family's business to flourish.

It is obviously an existence that is much better than ordinary people in all aspects, but it does not have the same excellent body...

...

so……

Why did things become like this?

Shuji Tsushima sat in the car and saw the building outside from the car window.

Doral Mancha Tennis Club.

Shuji Tsushima:?

I'm so sick of you, you still bring me to the tennis club? ? ?

Are you a kind person?

But I'm not interested in tennis!

"Get out of the car." The blond-haired, blue-eyed boy moved flamboyantly, reaching out to touch the mole at the end of his eyes.

Shuji Tsushima: ...I dare not speak.

The black-haired boy got out of the car in a daze.

It seemed unbelievable.

"Senior Atobe...brought me here...is..." Shuji Tsushima asked hesitantly, panting twice.

"This is a club under the name of Atobe. If you want to play, just come here." The blond boy with blue eyes said confidently.

Shuji Tsushima: You are like this... really like... King of the Monkey Mountain / Cross it out

Speaking of this is my country...

The stupid king.

However, he still made a shocked and moved expression.

"Senior Atobe is not afraid...I..." fainted in the club, bringing bad rumors to the club?

The expression on the young man's face was mixed with joy and sadness.

"My uncle's club has a 24-hour standby, a top medical team." Keigo Atobe said proudly.

"It's more suitable here than you fainting in other unknown places." The blond boy said in a deep and assertive tone.

Shuji Tsushima: ...Thank you, I will definitely not come here in the future.

"..." The boy was silent.

"Senior Keigo Atobe..." He suddenly closed his eyes.

"Thank you very much!" He suppressed his cough and thanked loudly.

Shuji Tsushima: In order to express my gratitude, I might as well die in your club! hey~

Keigo Atobe who didn't know: It seems that Tsushima is very satisfied with my arrangement.

As expected of my uncle.

Speaking of...

"How is your tennis skill?" Keigo Atobe asked.

Tsushima, has he ever played tennis?

"Sorry..." The boy scratched his left cheek with his index finger.

"...I haven't touched it before..." He said shyly.

"Snapped"

"Ah, let me teach you." The blond boy stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers, and tapped the mole at the end of his eye with the other hand, and said in a bold tone.

Shuji Tsushima: Going blind.

"Thank you, Senior Atobe." The boy said happily.

Shuji Tsushima: I will definitely hang myself at the gate of your club, just wait!

"First of all, you need a suitable racket." Keigo Atobe said, snapping his fingers.

Someone pushed several carts of rackets.

"Try it, which one is easier." Atobe Keigo said.

"Yeah." The black-haired boy nodded.

Reaching for a racket, he swung it in the air and replaced it with another.

Shuji Tsushima: It's all light and airy.

He took a handful casually.

"Is it decided?" Keigo Atobe took the racket in his hand and weighed it.

"Indeed, this weight is very suitable for you." After all, the champion of the National Kyudo Competition, other rackets are probably too light for him.

But……

"Tennis is not a sport like kyudo where you stand still. Tennis is a sport that makes you run and sweat."

"Have you decided?" Keigo Atobe asked with a serious expression.

"Yes, please teach me, I also want to feel the feeling of Atobe-senpai's previous competition." The boy nodded firmly.

Shuji Tsushima: I'll fall in front of you later, hehe~