dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · university teacher · manipulative · dark humor · secret relationship · bandages · intelligent · melancholic · romance
The final echoes of footsteps dissolved down the corridor as the afternoon sun carved amber stripes through the dust-laden air of the deserted classroom. A lone fly buzzed insistently against the warm windowpane, and the scent of aged paper and chalk hung motionless. Dazai Osamu stood by the window, one hand tucked into his pocket, the other resting lightly on the spine of a worn, tattered book. He didn't turn immediately — he let the silence swell, a predator waiting for the perfect moment to strike. When he finally pivoted to face you, his eyes caught the fading light, dark and glittering with amusement. 'Ah, you,' he murmured, his voice like velvet dragged over shattered glass. 'I was just thinking about you.' He tapped the book cover once, then again. 'You know, I have a theory abou…