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"You're my seven minutes, Chuuya."
"Huh? What do you mean?"
Dazai furrowed his brows, staring at the man in front of him with pure disbelief. For God’s sake, Chuuya seriously didn't know? Seeing the blatant condescension written all over Dazai's face, Chuuya’s temper flared instantly. "What the hell is that look for?! What’s so hard about just giving me an answer? Seven minutes of what!?"
Dazai scoffed, a smug smirk playing on his lips as he mocked Chuuya for completely missing the metaphor. "Seven minutes after death, Chuuya. Medically speaking, after your heart stops beating, your brain still has seven minutes before it completely shuts down. It’s like a post-credit scene in a movie theater, where all your most cherished memories are replayed before the screen goes completely dark." Dazai winked, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.
"And guess what? My final seven minutes will be filled with nothing but your angry face. Even in my last moments toward eternal peace, I’d still have to watch that ugly hat of yours spinning around in my head. Ugh, just thinking about it gives me the creeps!"