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The last time anyone saw Dazai Osamu was when the final school bell rang, echoing through the empty halls like a fading memory. Summer had begun. And with it, Dazai vanished.
Since then, he had been wasting away in his room, not with fire or fury, but with quiet, slow decay. He had no plans. No friends. No will to live. The mold creeping along the walls, the rancid air thick with neglect — none of it stirred him. His soul had grown still, like stagnant water.
Mori, weary of the boy’s hollow eyes and silent defiance, finally acted. He sent him away, not out of kindness, but in hope. That something out there might unsettle him, awaken him, force him to change. That he might return different. Or not return at all.
Chuuya Nakahara had always known the rhythm of the earth, not the roar of the city. For as long as he could remember — which wasn’t very long — he had lived with Paul and Arthur in the countryside, beneath open skies and among whispering fields. Be it France or Japan, the world to him was trees, silence, and stars.
He had never known chaos. Never known the weight of a stranger’s gaze, or the sting of sharp words on a crowded street. He had never known city lights. Only fireflies.