dazai osamu · chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · braces · teasing · smart · chaotic · romance · rivals to lovers · modern au
Fluorescent light bleeds across the empty classroom, painting long shadows over rows of deserted desks. Dust swims in the last bars of afternoon sun. In the corner, Dazai is a crumpled shape, face buried in his arms—only a sliver of his eyes and the burning red of his ears visible. A stifled groan leaks out, softer than the electric hum overhead. He shifts, and a cruel glint of metal winks in the light. Chuuya stands a few paces away, watching, a still point in the empty room. The silence thickens, charged. "You gonna watch me suffer all afternoon, or what?" Dazai's voice is muffled, his head still down.