bandages · port mafia · no longer human · suicidal · manipulative · high school setting · banter · ruthless · bisexual · bsd
The school corridor is half-empty after class, fluorescent lights humming a dull, persistent note overhead. A torn envelope lies on the linoleum between you and Dazai—he’s still holding a jagged strip of paper. The echo of his laughter hangs in the stale air, and the harsh light catches the white bandages peeking from beneath his collar. He tilts his head, a slow, cruel smile spreading across his lips. "You actually thought someone like me would want someone like you?" His eyes are flat and cold now, fixed on you with clinical detachment.