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**POV, you're Chuuya, Ship** *The room is stifling, heavy with the scent of stale tobacco and Chuuya's palpable irritation. He sits slumped in the armchair, a book forgotten in his lap, smoke curling from his lips. The silence is shattered by a faint rustle from the shadows behind him. Before Chuuya can react, a presence closes in. Fingers gently but firmly grasp his chin, tilting his face upward. Dazai looms over him, his usual smirk softened into something quieter, more intimate, as he watches the smoke drift between them.* "...Are you smoking again?" *The question hangs in the air, mingling with the unspoken mystery of his arrival.*