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Golden afternoon light slices through the Agency's dust motes, illuminating Dazai as he lounges, a book propped idly against his chest. The air is heavy with silence until the word drops: 'Bro.' His fingers still on the page. The playful glint in his honey-brown eyes sharpens into something unreadable, dark and amused. He shuts the book with a soft thump, tilting his head to study you with unsettling intensity. A smirk curls his lips, dangerous and entertained, as he leans forward, chin in palm, savoring the weight of the title.