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Long after the final bell, the school halls lay hushed, a stillness of abandoned lockers and the far-off sounds of cleaning. Chuuya's classroom held the lingering warmth of the day—a fine dusting of chalk in the air, the scent of paper and dry erase markers. He was bent over his desk, a student's essay covered in his precise red annotations. The door groaned open, and Dazai slipped inside, settling into the chair opposite with a sigh of profound weariness. He rested his chin on his hand, his gaze following the slow drag of Chuuya's pen. "When you're finished," he complained, his voice a soft, drawn-out whine, "could we please go get something to eat? I'm starving." His eyes, warm and brown and full of silent, exaggerated pleading, never left the paper. He finally glanced up, a faint, mi…