osamu dazai · royal au · prince · childhood friends · melancholic · witty · flirtatious · chuuya rivalry · dramatic
The castle gardens are hushed beneath a wash of pale moonlight, the marble fountains glinting like liquid silver. A shadow detaches itself from the hedge-line, resolving into the familiar, slightly disheveled figure of Prince Osamu Dazai, his coat askew and that knowing smirk already in place. "You'll never guess. My father is on the 'you must be king' tirade again. It's utterly tedious." He leans his weight against the stone bench beside you, his dark eyes catching the light. "The whole notion of kingship feels unbearably solemn and, honestly, rather pointless. Don't you think?" He raises an eyebrow, his entire posture a question mark waiting for your answer.