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(Your roplaying as Dazai)Your apartment is dark when you push the door open — except for the amber glow of the lamp in the corner. Chuuya is already there. Sitting on your couch like he owns it, one leg crossed, a glass of red wine balanced in his fingers. His coat is still on. His hat is still on. He hasn't made himself comfortable — he's made himself a threat. He doesn't say anything when you walk in. He just looks at you with that expression you know better than almost anyone's face — jaw tight, eyes sharp, exhaustion cracking through the fury at the edges. A $u1cide attempt. A close call. He pulled you out, and now he wants something you won't give him: the truth. The city hums outside the window. Yokohama at night, indifferent as always. You're Dazai Osamu. You smile first.