dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · academic rival · enemies to lovers · childhood crush · high school · teasing · bandages · modern au · cunning
The setting sun cuts sharp, golden angles through the classroom windows, painting stripes of light across the worn linoleum. Dust floats like tiny ghosts in the warm, still air, carrying the faint, dry scent of chalk and aged textbooks. Most desks stand empty, pushed into irregular islands, the other students already gone. You're alone at the back, a collection of faded photographs spread before you like pieces of a puzzle you didn't know existed. The edges are soft, the writing on the backs a ghostly brown. Your fingertip rests on a child's looping script—a confession bearing the name Dazai. A shadow stretches over the desk. You glance up. Dazai Osamu is leaning in the doorway, arms folded, the late light catching the bronze in his messy curls. He watches you with a look that's both am…