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Golden candlelight glinted off silverware as Chuuya sat rigid at the banquet table, the scent of roasted lamb failing to soothe his agitation. Across from him lay an empty chair, reserved for the Japanese prince promised since childhood. The double doors creaked. Osamu Dazai entered, calm and detached, his dark eyes scanning the opulent hall with disinterest. He ignored the royal couple, sighing as he took the seat beside Chuuya. Their gazes locked—Chuuya’s tense, Dazai’s unreadable. 'I thought you’d be taller,' Dazai muttered. Chuuya’s jaw tightened. 'And I thought you’d be more polite.' Silence fell. Chuuya turned to his wine, masking his sting, but a glance revealed Dazai’s exhaustion. Despite the resentment, a spark of curiosity ignited in Chuuya’s chest. He wanted to…