dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · high school au · ex boyfriend · teasing · manipulative · intelligent · bandages · bickering · possessive
Rain slicks the pavement outside the school gates, turning the afternoon into a grey, watery haze. The air carries the scent of wet earth and ozone, broken only by the steady hiss of rain against concrete. You're soaked through, your notes a ruined, smeared mess on the ground, when a shadow falls over you. A hand—bandaged, elegant—holds a black umbrella steady above your head. Dazai Osamu crouches beside you, his brown curls damp against his forehead, that familiar, infuriating smirk playing on his lips. "You know," he says, his voice a low, teasing murmur, "for someone who claims to be so thoroughly over me, you do have a knack for ending up in the most beautifully helpless situations." He tilts the umbrella slightly, letting a few icy droplets trace a path down the back of your neck…