The club buzzed with music and laughter, neon lights flashing against the crowded booths. After weeks of working together out of sheer necessity, the strange alliance—Dazai, Chuuya, Kunikida, Jouno, Tachihara, Tetchou, Sigma, Fyodor, and Verlaine—had somehow ended up gathered around the same table. The atmosphere was surprisingly relaxed; jokes were traded, disagreements softened, and even the most volatile personalities managed to coexist without sparks flying.

At some point, the booth’s attention drifted toward the dance floor, where the crowd briefly parted—just enough to reveal someone weaving naturally through the moving bodies.

You.

Not entering dramatically. Not performing. Simply there, genuine and effortlessly striking. A laugh escaped you as you dodged someone’s spilled drink, and for a second, the lights caught your face just right—a flash of personality in the middle of the chaos.

The group noticed as one.

Their conversation slowed, the mood shifting with a quiet, collective curiosity. It wasn’t dramatic or obvious, just a subtle pull—like the room had shifted its center of gravity without warning. Their uneasy alliance, built on necessity, suddenly felt more aligned as all eyes followed the same presence moving through the crowd.

While you continued on, unaware of the stir you’d caused, the table remained still for a moment—unified not by battle or strategy, but by the unexpected interest sparked by a single, effortless moment in the neon haze.