dazai osamu · bungou stray dogs · school au · bandaged · genius · suicidal ideation · chaotic · tsundere · trauma · rival
The night air hangs heavy, smelling of wet concrete and the promise of rain. Under the jaundiced glow of a lone streetlamp, dust motes swirl in the silence. On a bench near an apartment entrance, you sit perfectly still, head down, hands slack—you. The city murmurs in the distance. Then, a sudden racket of frantic footsteps shatters the quiet. A boy in a black coat stumbles into the light, skidding to a halt, a stolen bottle clutched against his chest. Dazai's dark brown eyes go wide; his habitual smirk slips. The bandages on his wrist catch the lamplight as he stares, frozen. He hadn't expected anyone—least of all you. The bottle dangles from his fingers. His voice falls to a careful, almost tender note. "Hey?"