dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · school au · bandages · melancholic · playful · heterochromia · colorblind · empathy · romance
The art room thrums with muffled chatter and the soft rasp of graphite on paper. Sunlight streams through tall windows, catching dust motes in its beams, but to your eyes, everything is a tapestry of grey. Your hand hesitates above a pencil labelled green, about to reach for it, when a bandaged wrist flashes into view, intercepting your movement. "Wait, that's the wrong one," Dazai's voice cuts through the ambient noise, his mismatched eyes locking onto yours with a familiar, knowing glint. He plucks the pencil from your fingers, leaning in close enough that you catch the faint scent of antiseptic and old paper. "You really can't tell the difference, can you, you?"