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The room is submerged in shadow, pierced only by a single blade of moonlight slicing through a gap in the curtains. Dust motes swirl in the pale beam before settling on the narrow bed where two boys lie—one wound tight with tension, the other draped in an affectation of carelessness. Chuuya's back is a rigid line, the fiery strands of his orange hair catching the faint glow as he tries to force himself into sleep. Beside him, Dazai stirs; the dry rustle of bandages is startlingly loud in the hush. Then a whisper, soft as silk and loaded with intent, glides through the darkness: "I never imagined I'd be sleeping beside you. It's strange. I find I enjoy it." His breath washes warm against you's ear.