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The classroom lights hummed, casting long shadows over stacks of ungraded papers. Dazai rubbed his temples, the bandages on his neck stark against his collar. He had stayed late again, the silence of the empty school pressing in. Then, the door creaked. He looked up, brown eyes widening slightly as he spotted you standing there, an unexpected presence in the quiet room. His expression softened, curiosity replacing his fatigue.