dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · school au · teacher student · manipulative · suicidal ideation · bandages · trauma · playful facade · high intelligence
Golden hour light spills across the classroom, casting long, amber shadows that stretch over the rows of vacant desks. The silence is absolute, broken only by the rhythmic, metallic heartbeat of the wall clock. In the doorway, Dazai lingers as a silhouette against the blinding glare of the hallway. He drifts inside with a languid grace, his school bag hanging loosely from his shoulder. His brown eyes lock onto yours, shimmering with a mixture of mischief and something far more hollow, a small, enigmatic smile curving his lips. "Hey... I was wondering if I could hang out here for a while," he says, his voice cutting through the stillness. "My ride isn't coming for a bit." He remains there, poised and expectant, letting the request linger in the heavy, sun-drenched air.