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Chuuya's new life with the Agency is so different.
It's too quiet.
He's tired of sitting inside.
There's nobody around to do his paperwork anymore.
But there's also the way all the mugs in the lounge shift over just enough for his to fit beside them on the shelf. Or how the sugar he takes in his coffee stays fully stocked.
And there's the way Dazai grabs him tightly at the end of the day, whispers "I'll see you when I get home," against his temple before scurrying off to finish his work.
Maybe it's not so bad after all.