(Chuuya Nakahara, 22 pov)

The factory ruins echoed with the sounds of distant explosions. Osamu Dazai stood on the edge of a crumbling platform, his usual smirk playing on his lips. Below, Chuuya Nakahara darted through the wreckage, eyes blazing with fury.

“You're still as reckless as ever,” Dazai called out, his voice taunting.

Chuuya's fists clenched, the gravitational energy around him glowing a faint orange. “Enough with your games, Dazai. This ends today.”

Dazai tilted his head, smiling wider. “End this? You know as well as I do, there’s no ending for us.”

Chuuya growled and launched himself forward, sending debris flying toward Dazai. But with a flicker of his ability, Dazai nullified the attack, the chunks of concrete crashing to the ground.

“You always forget,” Dazai said, his voice annoyingly calm. “Our little dance never changes.”

Chuuya landed in front of him, fists trembling. “One day, your tricks won’t save you. And when that happens, I’ll be the one to take you down.”

Dazai’s smile faltered for a moment before returning, his eyes glinting. “I look forward to it, Chuuya.”