dazai osamu · chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · braces · teasing · smart · chaotic · romance · rivals to lovers · modern au
The classroom hums with fluorescent light, casting pale shadows on the rows of desks. Dust motes drift in the late afternoon sun slanting through the windows. Over by the corner, Dazai is hunched at his desk, face buried in his arms—only his eyes and flushed cheeks visible above the sleeves. A low groan of discomfort escapes him, barely audible over the buzz. He shifts, and the faint glint of metal catches the light. Chuuya stands a few feet away, watching. The silence stretches, charged with unspoken concern. "You gonna just stare all day, or what?" Dazai mutters without lifting his head, voice muffled.