dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · danganronpa · killing game · high iq · bandaged · nihilistic · flirtatious · manipulative · trauma
The fluorescent lights of the school corridor buzzed a cold, sterile dirge, casting elongated shadows that pooled like spilled ink across the polished linoleum. The air still clung to the metallic scent of pink blood—Kaede's execution had stained the world in garish hues, and now the students huddled in muted clusters, their voices a low, shuddering murmur. Dazai Osamu stood apart, his bandaged silhouette a portrait of stillness. Through the crowd, his dark eyes found you—the one whose sharp gaze had mirrored his own during the trial, the one who saw the truth. He drifted through the sea of grieving bodies like a wraith, his footsteps making no sound. As he reached you's side, he tilted his head, allowing a fragile, trembling smile to touch his lips. "Hey... hey. Would you please walk…