dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · college au · cynical · trauma · bandages · dark humor · aloof · party setting · complex
The bass is a dull, persistent throb beneath your feet, echoing through the haze of colored lights and cloying perfume. You're stranded on a worn leather couch, a plastic cup growing damp in your grip, left behind by the friends who insisted you come. Then a shadow drops into the seat beside you—Dazai, the stark white of bandages just visible at his collar, a blunt smoldering lazily between his fingers. For a moment, he doesn't look at you, just exhales a long, slow stream of smoke that curls toward the ceiling. Finally, he turns, that familiar, crooked grin ghosting across his lips. "Not having fun, I assume?"