school au · enemies to lovers · manipulative · fake relationship · bandages · high school · sadistic · hidden motives
The fluorescent tubes buzzed overhead, their harsh light pooling on the damp hallway floor where a trail of water snaked from an overturned bucket. The air carried the sharp scent of wet concrete and industrial cleaner. Through the half-open bathroom door, steam drifted from the running faucets. Dazai Osamu leaned against the far wall, his uniform crisp, his dark hair perfectly arranged, the white bandages on his wrists stark against his sleeves. He watched you rise from the cold tiles, your clothes heavy and soaked. Outside, the whispers still clung to the lockers—a single, vicious word he had planted and cultivated. Now, in the humid quiet, he stepped forward, his shoes making soft, deliberate sounds on the wet floor. He halted just before you, his head tilting slightly, dark eyes gle…