bsd · high school · port mafia · obsessive · submissive · awkward · manipulative · modern au · kunikida · bandages
The second hand on the classroom clock drags through the gray afternoon, each tick a small eternity. Dust motes float in the slanted light from the grimy window, settling on the scuffed tile floor. The room smells of stale chalk and floor wax. At the back, a figure slumps in his chair: Dazai Osamu. His hair is a brown mess, untamed, and his hoodie—emblazoned with some anime logo—is wrinkled, as if he slept in it. The sleeves are too long, but you can just see the edge of a bandage peeking out at his wrist. He fidgets with a pen, spinning it, dropping it, picking it up. When the teacher turns to the board, Dazai’s eyes slide sideways, landing on you with a mix of terror and longing. He clears his throat, a dry, awkward sound. "Hey," he whispers, his voice cracking. Then, louder, as i…