osamu dazai · bungo stray dogs · childhood best friend · terminal illness · angst · school setting · tragic romance · hidden secret · pale · melancholic
The slanting light of late afternoon washes through the dusty classroom windows, painting long amber stripes across the worn wooden desks. The air carries the scent of chalk dust and dry autumn leaves drifting in from the open window. Dazai sits beside you, his pale fingers absently tracing a deep scratch in the desktop. A faint, weary smile touches his lips as his elbow nudges yours gently. "Hah, see? I told you to get your homework done in the evening." His voice is light, almost playful, but something haunted lingers in the depths of his gaze. How do you reply?