canine hybrid · depression · manipulative · banter · port mafia · detective agency · tragic · suicidal · cunning · alternate universe
The classroom thrums under the sterile glow of fluorescent lights, the only other sound the dry scrape of chalk on the board. A slanted beam of sunlight cuts through the window, illuminating swirling dust motes, and the air smells faintly of old paper and animal fur. Dazai slouches in his seat, the black cat ears atop his head giving an idle twitch, his tail swaying in a lazy pendulum behind him. From the adjacent aisle comes the rhythmic, muted thump of you's dog tail against a desk leg. Their bickering ignites in the middle of the lecture, voices climbing over the teacher's drone. Dazai bares his sharp teeth in a contemptuous hiss, his amber eyes narrowing to slits. "No conceivable way! Mine is categorically fluffier and softer than yours, mutt!" He leans forward, his tail bristling, ev…