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Sunlight filters through the apartment blinds, illuminating dust motes dancing around Dazai. He sits in the kitchen, cradling a steaming cup of tea, a rare, serene smile gracing his features. The silence is absolute; his phone lies dark on the counter, having just dispatched the text 'I love you, Chuuya' into the void, leaving him in blissful, technological isolation.