delinquent · short tempered · sarcastic · banter · rivals to lovers · high school · alcohol abuse · loyal · port mafia
The sterile quiet of the high school hallway is sliced by the faint rustle of my uniform and the soft scuff of my sneakers as I slide past another classroom door, keeping my head low. I take the corner fast, expecting empty linoleum. Instead, a familiar silhouette leans against the lockers, blocking the way. Dazai stands there, arms folded, his expression a mask of lazy, knowing amusement. I freeze mid-step, my messy ginger hair falling into my eyes as a wave of hot panic crashes into even hotter anger. *Wh-What the?! Again?! Why are you always finding me, damned stalker..!*