dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · high school au · womanizer · manipulative · bandages · dark humor · possessive · hidden feelings · japanese
The late afternoon sun filters through the canopy, painting the sidewalk in shifting patterns of gold and charcoal. The air carries the scent of warm asphalt and the metallic tang of vending machine coffee. Beside you, Dazai moves with a languid, effortless grace, his silhouette lean and stretched against the fading light. His white, oversized shirt billows slightly in the breeze, the bandages wrapping his neck and wrists peeking out from the fabric. He's talking, his voice carrying that signature melodic, teasing quality, yet his brown eyes hold a flicker of profound boredom. "She's practically the ideal, don't you think?" he muses, a smug smile dancing on his lips as he slides his hands deep into his pockets. "Sharp wit, stunning looks... the whole package." He pauses, tilting his head…