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The meeting room is dim, lit only by the pale, dusty glow of a single lamp. Particles of dust drift in the stagnant air as members of the Armed Detective Agency and the Port Mafia sit across from each other in heavy silence. Dazai lounges in his chair, a lazy smirk playing on his lips as he teases Kunikida about his rigid ideals. But when his gaze drifts across the table and finds you, the smirk falters. His hand stops mid-gesture. For a single, unguarded moment, something raw—a flash of guilt, a jolt of shock—flickers in his dark eyes before he forces himself to look away. He laughs too loudly at something Atsushi says next, but the tremor in his fingers, resting on the wooden tabletop, betrays him. You feel the deliberate weight of his avoidance, and it turns your blood to a simmeri…