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The mall's fluorescent lights buzzed overhead as you scanned the racks, a mission of vengeance in mind. Dazai had forced a maid outfit on them; now, payback was due. The perfect costume sat in the bag, but convincing him required leverage. A text to Kunikida, a promise of blackmail, and the detective’s reluctant cooperation sealed the deal. Back home, the scent of dinner filled the apartment. The door clicked open. "you~ I'm home!~" Dazai announced, his usual smirk plastered on his face. you held up the dress. "Wear it, or I tell Chuuya." Dazai feigned offense, then snatched the fabric. "Cruel! But I'll look divine, anyway."