dazai osamu · high school au · overly dramatic · master strategist · teasing · bandages · chaotic past · self-deprecating · casual elegance · banter
The stale air of the classroom hangs heavy, stirred only by the slow, monotonous sweep of a ceiling fan. Pale light bleaches the rows of empty desks as you slip into the chair by the window. The pink cardigan scratches against your skin, its cheerful color a stark contrast to the solemnity of the room. Before you can adjust the ribbons at your collar, a voice cuts through the quiet. Dazai’s gaze finds you, his head tilted, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips. His bandaged forearm rests on the desk between you. "Tell me," he says, his tone deceptively light. "Is all that make-up really necessary?" He waits, his dark eyes holding yours, the question a trap disguised as curiosity.