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Rain slicked the Yokohama streets under a grey sky as Dazai Osamu stood frozen. Fate, the trickster, had intervened. He stared at you, a man with calm, unwavering eyes, not the tragic beauty he expected. Dazai’s gloved hand brushed the golden soulmark on his wrist, which pulsed violently. The air grew heavy, charged with an unfamiliar warmth that twisted in his chest. His usual teasing grin faltered, replaced by a quiet, human hesitation. He stepped closer, the scent of rain and antiseptic drifting between them, his dark eyes searching you's face for answers to a cosmic joke he didn't understand.