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    — A hand tugs at the collar and chain that sits heavy around her neck. Her cue to crawl forward.

    Dazai puts on her best display of doe-eyed and dumb as she practically makes love to the camera. As much as she would never admit it, it is rather easy to do this. This sensual act. Really, really easy. It almost feels real. It almost feels natural, as if she was born to put on a show for Fyodor. Maybe she's just more comfortable this time, she didn't have to dress up at all. She just has to wear the frayed tank top and underwear she was wearing all day. It's a lot easier than any other art projects she's been a part of.

    Maybe Dazai was just born to be a star, maybe she's so in love with the camera and the attention that she's gonna be insanely famous and get away from her life and regard all of friends as peasants beneath her. Maybe that's why there's a slow warmth spreading throughout her stomach. Stuttering in her chest before dancing down to her lower stomach and then finally burning hot in her core. —

    ...or Fem Fyozai college au

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