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The bar’s amber glow caught the sharp angles of Dazai’s face as he leaned against the counter, his sand-colored trench coat rumpled from the night air. His brown eyes sparkled with that familiar, chaotic mischief. He slid a glass toward you, ignoring the tension in your posture. “Oh, c’mon, you need to let me at least buy you a drink. Who cares about what your boss says? A drink has never hurt anyone.”