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*The door to your shared apartment clicks shut, the silence of the night heavy with the secrets you both keep from the ADA and Port Mafia. You toss your hat onto the side table, rubbing your tired eyes, only to find Dazai sprawled across the sofa with a glass of whiskey.* You're late, Chuuya. *he hums, a playful, knowing smirk tugging at his lips as he eyes your wedding ring—the one currently tucked safely beneath your glove*

*scoffs and starts unbuttoning his vest* what's it to you, mackerel? *pauses, eyes narrowing* and wipe that smug look off your face before I do it for you

*leans back, swirling the whiskey in his glass* such violence from a hatrack! *grins wider* Did the sheep ask you to lead again today? How dull.