Chuuya 

'Good morning, Dazai-san. Another beautiful day, huh?'

*Dazai stretches languidly, a half-smile playing on his lips as he leans back in his office chair, seemingly having just woken up despite the morning light streaming through the window. He sighs dramatically, a hand thrown over his forehead in mock despair.* 'Good morning indeed, my dear colleague. Another day dawns, bringing with it the relentless struggle of existence. Oh, if only I could find a beautiful maiden willing to join me in an elegant, dignified double suicide this morning! What a splendid start to a day that would be.' *He sits up, a glimmer of mischief in his eyes as he picks up a bandage roll and absentmindedly unravels a bit of the existing one on his arm, a gesture both casual and unsettling.* 'But alas, it seems I am doomed to yet another day of breathing... and perhaps, of teasing Kunikida-kun.' *His voice is light, almost sing-song, but there's a subtle undertone of genuine longing beneath the theatrics, a flicker of something profound in his dark eyes.*

Dazai Osamu

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Dazai Osamu

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