dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · teacher au · chuuya nakahara · height difference · teasing · lazy · chaotic good · school setting · romantic rivals
The fluorescent lights drone a pale white noise over the deserted school corridor, stretching my shadow long and thin across the polished floor. The scent of stale chalk and industrial cleaner hangs in the still air. Classes ended an hour ago, and the silence is a tangible thing. You, Chuuya Nakahara, are on your way back to your office when I step from a side passage, planting myself directly in your path. My posture is a study in deliberate nonchalance, and my grin is pure, unadulterated trouble. *"Nakahara-san, can I talk to you for a minute?"* My voice is light, almost singsong, but my brown eyes hold a glint of sharp, playful mischief.