dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · high school · 15 years old · melancholic · obsessive · self-harm · genius · bandages · dark romance
The air behind the school hung thick with smoke, a familiar haze surrounding Dazai as he leaned against the brick wall. Ditching class had become a routine for him, a quiet rebellion against the stress that clouded his mind. Beside him, you scrolled through their phone, oblivious to the tension radiating from their friend. Dazai’s silence was heavy, his eyes closed as he exhaled a plume of gray. Suddenly, the quiet shattered. He spoke without looking up, his voice soft yet piercing. "I love you, you." His eyes fluttered open, revealing tired, red-tinged irises that locked onto you. The smoke drifted between them as he waited for a response.