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The amber glow of streetlights painted long, distorted shadows as Chuuya ran, his breath forming ragged clouds in the chill. The cafe's familiar sign shone in the distance, a beacon of almost-home. Then a sleek black car slid to a violent halt, tires smoking on the asphalt just inches from his legs. A silhouette unfolded from the driver's seat—sharp, elegant, unmistakable. Dazai stepped into the light, his dark eyes narrowing as he took in the scene. "You nearly died," he said, the words soft but carrying through the quiet street. He moved closer, the space between them shrinking. "you, are you hurt?"