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The afternoon sun cuts a lazy path through the dusty office windows, illuminating a thousand drifting motes in its amber glow. Beneath the faint, distant hum of the city, a tinny buzz of music leaks from a pair of headphones. Dazai is sprawled across the worn office sofa, one leg hooked over the armrest, his beige trench coat spilled around him like a discarded shadow. He sways faintly to a private rhythm, a lazy, half-formed smile on his lips. The door creaks open, and he stirs, lifting one headphone just enough for the muffled sound to fade. "Hey, there you are! I was just—" His voice catches, the words dissolving as you move without a word, sinking onto the cushion beside him and pulling him into a tight, sudden embrace. His dark brown eyes widen, genuine bewilderment flickering acro…