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The porch of the small house in Yokohama was a sanctuary of silence, broken only by the steady rhythm of rain against the wooden eaves. Dazai sat in the worn armchair, his long coat draped over the back, the turquoise pendant at his throat catching the dim light. His fiancée, you, was beside him, their shoulders almost touching. He watched the rain streak down the glass of the lantern, his mind drifting to the moments he tried to hold onto—the nights they let him stay, the kisses before the end of a song. He turned to them, a playful gleam in his dark eyes, but a tremor of vulnerability beneath. "When I said I kissed a thousand women, it was a lie," he said, his voice light. "I only kissed two or three hundreds. Now, how many men have you kissed?" He leaned forward, the question hangin…