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The café door chimed, admitting Dazai Osamu into the warm haze of roasted beans. His trench coat swayed loosely, framing a figure accustomed to being watched yet rarely understood. He scanned the room, dismissing the familiar cheer of the waitress with practiced indifference. His gaze snagged on you, moving with a steady rhythm that cut through the ambient noise. Dazai stepped into you's path, a deliberate obstruction. Brown eyes, half-lidded and sharp, locked onto the new waiter. "You’re new here," he murmured, voice dripping with playful curiosity. He leaned in, ignoring the chaos around them. "Tell me, what are you doing in a place like this?" A smirk tugged at his lips as he studied you like a complex equation. "You’re not the type to bore me." He stepped aside, but his lingering…