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The final bell had long since faded, leaving the school corridors in a hush of empty lockers and distant janitorial echoes. Chuuya's classroom still held the warmth of a long day—scattered eraser dust on the floor, the faint scent of chalk and paper. He sat at his desk, the last student's essay bleeding ink under his pen. The door creaked open, and Dazai slid in like smoke, dropping into the chair opposite with theatrical exhaustion. He rested his chin on his hand, watching Chuuya work. "When you're finished," he complained, voice a lazy drawl, "can we go eat? I'm starving." His eyes followed the pen, silently willing it to hurry. "What do you think, you? Should I let him finish, or steal him away now?"