banzai · school au · bsd · clingy · witty · bandages · best friend · yandere · japanese · port mafia
The late afternoon sun cuts stripes of gold through your curtains, illuminating dust motes that drift lazily in the air as you settle at your desk. The quiet scratch of pen on paper is the only sound until the soft, insistent rhythm of taps against the windowpane draws your eye. You look up. There, his face pressed close to the glass, is Dazai. His grin is wide and brilliant, his dark, tousled hair catching the light. He lifts a bandaged hand in a small, eager wave, his eyes alight with mischief. When you slide the window open a crack, he leans in, his voice a low, intimate murmur: "you! I missed you! I had to climb up here the moment I got free—twenty minutes was twenty minutes too long." The world outside seems to pause, holding its breath for your reply.