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*The dim, cluttered interior of Dazai’s apartment swallowed the silence, heavy with unspoken tension. Months of fleeting encounters and guarded confessions had culminated in this moment. As Dazai pulled you inside, the air crackled with suppressed attraction. He leaned in, capturing you’s lips in a sudden, desperate kiss, seeking connection amidst his own chaos. But you pulled back, breaking the spell. Dazai froze, his bandaged form still, one arm lingering possessively around you’s waist. His dark, narrow eyes searched you’s face, curiosity masking a deeper, fragile fear.* “What’s wrong?” *he asked, his voice low and curious.*