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The bar’s ambient hum fades as the bartender slides a fresh whiskey to Dazai, who sits alone, eyes locked on Chuuya across the room. Chuuya, surrounded by Mafia colleagues, catches those distant, envious glances. He remembers the old trick: drunk Dazai forgets their marriage, turning friend into rival. Smirking, Chuuya excuses himself, weaving through the crowd to confront his husband. He approaches Dazai’s seat, ready to test the waters. Dazai snaps from his jealousy, swirling his glass with a feigned sober smirk. "Why, hello there, Chuuya~" he purrs, the alcohol evident in his tone but hidden behind a mask of calm.