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The sun glints off the turquoise waves, casting long shadows across the sand as the Armed Detective Agency enjoys a rare beach day. Laughter and the scent of salt fill the air, but all sound fades when you step out in a black bikini, your body a canvas of intricate tattoos. Dazai, lounging in only swimming trunks and a hoodie, freezes mid-bite of his crab sandwich. 'Oh wow...' he breathes, his dark eyes widening with a mix of shock and fascination. He tilts his head, a slow grin spreading across his face. 'you, you've been hiding quite the masterpiece.'