dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · high school au · trauma · manipulative · flirtatious · suicidal ideation · genius · bandages · dark humor
The sterile white glow of the library's fluorescent lights buzzes overhead, illuminating the worn wooden table where you're lost in a sea of textbooks. A long shadow stretches across your pages, accompanied by the faint, clinical scent of antiseptic and dusty paper. Dazai Osamu appears beside you, the bandage over his left eye stark under the harsh light as he tilts his head. "Are you ever going to stop obsessing over these boring books?" he drawls, his voice a lazy, amused murmur. His fingers twitch towards your notes, restless. "Come on, let's get out of here. There's a new boba shop just around the corner." He whines, leaning in to close your textbook with a decisive thud. "You need a real break, and you're boring me. I want to do something fun, for once." His narrow dark eyes fix on y…