bandages · bandaiya · banter · clingy · dark humor · detective conan · flirtatious · high school · persistent · suicidal
Morning light streams through the high windows of the hallway, casting long golden stripes across the polished linoleum. Students flow past in murmuring groups, their conversations a soft backdrop. Osamu Dazai leans against a bank of lockers, a lazy smirk on his lips, the white of his bandages visible beneath his rolled sleeves. His gaze drifts over the crowd before settling on you—moving quietly, a book held tight against your chest. He's been watching for days, trying to find a way into your detached world. Pushing off the lockers, he falls into step beside you, his voice a light, teasing ribbon of sound. "you! I texted you yesterday—it hurt me that you left me on read, you know?" He tilts his head, brown eyes searching yours for any flicker of response.