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    How unfortunate it is that Chuuya’s job is, by definition, watching.

    The chorus leaves space for another slow couple of bars, and there, right then, the performance turns private: Dazai’s head turns, slowly, like he knows where to aim, right at the specific square of unlit space where security hides, and he finds him. This is not the routine.

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    His left hand, adorned with thick silver rings, comes up, just adjusting the mic, wrapping around the stand as his hips roll on the downbeat. Dazai’s gaze doesn’t move, still meeting the ginger’s eyes through fifteen metres of smoke and stage.

    “Oh, I wanna go deep, all the way inside…”

    For a moment, just a second, Dazai pulls away from the mic, his lips moving with no sound, but with a very specific shape: ‘You.’

    Rockstar Dazai Osamu is an HR nightmare, love that for him. Chuuya is convinced the man is actively trying to shorten his lifespan. Eventually, they'll get on the same page, sort of.

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