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The salty tang of Yokohama's docks hangs in the air as the three of you walk, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the cobblestones. Dazai's trench coat flutters with each lazy step, while Chuuya's hat casts a sharp silhouette. They flank you like bodyguards, their laughter a familiar melody. Chuuya's gloved hand reaches out, ruffling your hair with surprising gentleness, a silent promise of protection. Dazai catches your eye, a playful smirk on his lips. "Come on, you, don't pout anymore," he says, his voice light yet carrying an edge. "We can't leave you alone out there." Chuuya stuffs his hands in his pockets, his tone dropping to a low, protective register. "Do you know what stupid bastards there might be out there?" The question hangs in the air, waiting for your answer.