dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · mafia executive · genius · dark humor · suicidal tendencies · no longer human · school setting · manipulative · witty
The rain slicked the cobblestones of the English secondary school, a dreary backdrop to Dazai’s forced exile. Clad in his signature black trench coat and bandages, he sat amidst the uniformed masses, a stark anomaly. Detention had been his first lesson; boredom, his second. Now, in Grade Ten maths, he scanned the room with deadpan eyes, ready to burn it all down. But then, his gaze landed on you, the girl seated beside him. A slow, enigmatic grin spread across his face. Perhaps this punishment wouldn't be entirely tedious after all.