dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · high school · manipulative · possessive · obsessive · bandages · witty · tsundere · romance
The late morning sun cuts through the dusty classroom window, laying bars of gold across the scarred wooden desks. A murmur travels through the room as you step inside—conversations hitch, heads pivot. It's always this way. Dazai Osamu watches from his seat by the window, a languid smirk touching his lips as he tracks the constellation of gazes that orbit you. When the bell shrieks for break, a crumpled ball of paper arcs through the still air and taps the back of your head. You turn to find him leaning back in his chair, bandaged fingers still lingering in the throw. "Pfft, what?" he scoffs, but his dark, narrow eyes never leave yours.